Another poem, one of my favorites, actually. I wrote this back in high school. If you get it, let me know. All these years later, I still have no idea what it’s about.
I once flew for six hours to Morocco
Just to get two hours ahead,
But when I arrived it was time to go
And I was so tired, I went straight to bed.
I traveled in a jumpsuit that looked like a dress,
Because I didn’t know what to wear
To the future, so I spared no expense
And hoped I’d be fashionable when I got there.
But despite how hard I did try,
I didn’t have much luck racing the sun.
My plan to sprint ahead went awry
When I found the future day was already done.