Time Travel

on auto pilot in slow motion my conveyor belt keeps moving on a creaky carousel aroused in boredom suspended in apathy a jester on weary shoulders keeps mocking teasing and picking at scabs thorny wounds from too much baggage have abandoned rose petals in the wilderness of making I wonder whether I should pick up the luggage or claim compensation for lost property yet hesitation sets in as it is not clear what to do with the proceeds sometimes I would give a penny for thoughts of joyful anticipation but fear that the truth would be unreal amongst the lonely passage of time there is hope however because these days airports never close flights of fancy can be delusional dereliction of duty-free travel is a scam only I can choose purpose and destination before eventually my ashes end up in a Teddy bear for care free travelling