Lucie Tambora's speaker is worn out by the sheer volume of the modern world. Every day brings something new to react to, and there's nowhere to retreat, which the poem puts as having "no wing / To safely hide under." The second stanza adds frustration: the "constant hysteria" feels tangled and spreads everywhere, like something in the air.
The speaker's wish is a small, ordinary one: time to sit with pastries and coffee and let the world "simply be." Asking whether that would be a crime makes the request sound both modest and a little guilty. The final stanza goes further, wondering if knowing less might feel better, so that attention could stay on one's own life instead of urban decay and political fights. The closing question suggests that all this noise might be a "massive bluff."
The mood is tired and pleading, but gently so. Short lines and playful rhymes keep it light, which makes the exhaustion feel familiar rather than dramatic.