The Time The Place

The place is so right, the time is so wrong
The feeling of frustration and agony is so strong
You look outside at the people and the beautiful place
Wishing you can place it in a box and wrap it with satin lace
The ocean that surrounds you stands still as the hot air that's making your body sweat
Craving the hot salty air, you trace your lips with your tongue like a silhouette
Miles away, problems are left, yet you know the time will soon end
The feeling of frustration and agony come around once again
Maybe it's the place looking old yet decorated with bright colors
The place has stood strong by their allied country, yet their flag still shows true colours
Yellow, green, blue, pink and purple colors stained on strong walls
Paved roads showing the many years its laid out
The many generations that have strolled and passed about
Yet you feel so uptight, but the tranquility is so fulfilling
Something is missing, why is there this feeling?
Of tranquility and of misbelieving
Maybe its because you want to stay and you are leaving

By Karen Y. Aguilar