Catch me if you can
I don’t want to be a dead man
Now you see me, now you don’t
Things I can’t tell you and I won’t
I can make myself disappear
I know, that’s a bit queer
When I don’t want to be there
As long as I have something to wear
When I’m in an awkward situation
I twirled around and I spun
Like when I’m a third wheel
I don’t want him for me to steal
Or when I’ve dug a deep hole
I could fit myself in a cubbyhole
When I’ve done something I shouldn’t
And I could go as far away as a distant
Or I’ve said something that hurt
Like you smell like a Roquefort
Escape to a place where no one can see me
I promise to be very quiet in a back alley
Escape to a world where I feel needed
I’m one of them and in a crowd I blended
Escape to a new planet – hey, that’s cool
As long as there’s a school and a whirlpool
For: Distant
Other “distant” posts:
https://andreabadgley.blog/2017/06/04/friend-to-the-grains-of-sand/
https://jitterygt.wordpress.com/2017/06/04/a-distant-land-a-really-cool-poem/
https://orangehairedalienorabrowning.wordpress.com/2017/06/04/lady-of-the-dance/
https://youwhat.blog/2017/06/04/valedictory/