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.

Time Zones

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.