I want to be someone’s companion.

Because I’m choking, getting claustrophobic

In this anaerobic, linear timeline.

I want to be able to see everything all at once,

So that I will never have to wonder

If it’s a concern or thunder

Or both.

I want to have some kind of certainty

In this branching tree of destinies.

I’d like someone with a certain knack for adventure,

For knowing where they’re going

Who’s willing to venture out of their comfort zone

(And their police box.)

I just want to be someone’s companion

And even though they don’t usually grow in harsh conditions,

I have the ambition to bloom in the sands of time,

Through it all and see every star we can reach

as someone’s Rose left on a beach.