Revisiting old poetry today and posting some of the least maudlin and melodramatic. Written Circa 1980 or so when I was fourteen.
Time Traveler, do you have room for me on your tardis?
Can you take me away from this day and age
To a time and a place far away
Where I shall not be a captive of my dreary existence
Or subject to the people and things around me?
Time Traveler, let me drift with you
Through an ageless hole in space.
We will discover the mysteries of the universe
And keep them to ourselves.
And finally, I will have something for myself.