No Time For Love

You say I could still leave, with you in tow,

Disparaging the scope of the places I'd go.

I wish to compose an ocean of oddities,

To see waves of my words as wide as the seas

Crash upon sonnets as the sands on a beach,

and when I'm not doing that, I wish to teach.

I ask only for the time, and not the help.

You could tell me I'm only distracting myself,

(and if you can say the words, then why not me?)

But how many of us would actually believe?