Above the ocean

Leaving behind

A broken heart,

Long years of misunderstanding,

Traditions of hypocrisy,

Tedious lectures

And messy copybooks,

Long days with no customers,

Long nights with no inspiration,

Poetic impressions

And impeccable coaching sessions,

Picking up

New terms to be coined and monetized,

Getting ready to wear new outfits -

Maybe even the oversized ones,

To cast a glance on each busy street

And feel the rush, the heat of productivity

Of the New World,

Where everything's about creativity,

I sit down on a plane

To become insanely happy,

Wealthy and vain...

Or disappear as a ghost

In the summer rain.