I want to be

Because sometimes we all want to just get away

I don't want to be here,

In the wind and the dark

With essays to do

And shopping to buy

I want to be sailing the high sea's

in my coat and my boots,

steering the ship 

and calling my crew 

to stop what they're doing

there is an enemy ahead 

another swashbuckling adventure

clashing swords and rolling heads

there's treasure to be found, 

more close calls to be had,

but my own latest endeavour

is waiting for the gas man to arrive

I want to be dancing with the fairy's 

in the clouds up above,

jumping and playing 

mixing and making

potions from stardust, 

painting the colours of the sky

the reds and pinks and the blue's and whites

While the colour of my own life

is continuously grey

I want to be swooping with dragons,

skimming water with my fingertips,

touching treetops with my toes.

blowing fire on the tops of mountains

melting the snow

roaring out to the sky

letting go of my angst

saving the children in danger

by breathing fire to the bad guys.

yet the bravest thing I have done

is going downstairs with the lights not on.

Author's Note

I wasn't quite sure how to end this poem, I wanted to put in another four line stanza but I couldn't think of one and I am not sure if I like leaving it without one