POME

I feel like a POME,
Stuck on this rock,
Waiting to come home,
Watching the clock.

And when the time comes,
I travel with glee.
The jet engine thrums,
As I fly o’er the sea.

Then we are together,
The whole world right.
It should be forever,
This heavenly light.

But before we know it,
The hands have turned.
It really is shit,
We should have learned

Time has passed,
In the blink of an eye.
We should have asked
The gods in the sky

To stop the passage,
The passage of time,
When we’re together,
And life is sublime.

Dedicated to my version of heaven, Ionia.