I wait, safely, in my bunker at the bottom of the sea.
In my bunker I have everything I want:
I have games, and food.
I have places to run, and places to sleep.
I have books, too, down in my bunker.
In the books I visit other places, meet other people.
But only in my imagination.
Of course.
In my bunker I have everything I want:
I have television, and music.
I have drugs for uppers, and drugs for downers.
I have the internet, too, down in my bunker.
I check in on the world, see how it’s faring.
But always from afar.
Of course.
I have everything I want, in my bunker.
But sometimes I wonder if I have everything I need.
