I wish I was in the South of France
Or an island in the sun
I wish I was on a farm with pigs
Or a mountain-top resort
I wish I was in a hideaway
Where only you know where I stay
Where life can’t reach me
And nobody needs me
Where the dolphins and I can play
Some days I am there,
Physically speaking
But my mind drifts to a basement beating
When words cut deep into my skin
And a body cut deep into my being
I wish the memories couldn’t follow me
Or they had never happened
I wonder if Hercules gets nightmares
Of Hades and Meghan drifting
The Golden Gates seem so far away
And now I wonder if I even want to go
Because wherever I am, there they are.