Hy-Brasil

Hy-Brasil

I can
Almost
See
The
Island
Where
I could
Happily
Be,
Alone
Without
A 
Soul
To
See,
Just
The
Sun
And
Me.
I do
A
Mental
Polka
To
Imagine
Eating
Tapioca
And
Stealing
Fishes
From
The
Sea,
While
Dreaming
Of
Philosophy.
Any
Day
I’m
Going
Away,
Leaving
Behind
The
Tedious
Grind,
Any
Shining
Day,
Come
What
May.