Personal Playground

I see us running through our personal playground

with dismal smiles for broken paradises,

creating destruction while polishing dirt,

revelling in our ability to free our vices.

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Longing for solitude for so long,

but yearning for it together so that,

when it finally comes, we sigh with relief,

the rushing release knocking us flat

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at the realisation that it is all ours,

without disruption or interference

from unwanted souls with their petty morals

and failure for strict coherence.

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Over time I think I'll find

that I might be the first one to break.

This illusion that I desperately wish for

may leave my ruin in its wake.

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Because although I desire suffocating silence,

with the noise of you, of course,

it will only make me sit inside myself

and fill my hopeful want with remorse.

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But for a small time, I must admit,

it would overwhelm me with delight

to spend the end of the city with the three of you

as our humanity takes never ending flight.