I wait

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.