Music is my escape.
TV is my escape.
Somebody else’s story is my escape
Even if it isn’t mine
It is my escape
Junk food is my escape.
Sleep is my escape.
Even if I always wake
It is my escape
Shopping is my escape.
Feeling is my escape
Taking a walk is my escape
Even if I tire
It is my escape
Dreaming is my escape
Listening to music is my escape
Having a conversation is my escape
Even if words cease
It is my escape.
There are whole industries built on the
human need to escape.
Whole livelihoods constructed to escape
Escaping for a living. How ironic.
Escaping to live.
1 comment:
Like. I like this poem, (I assume it's a poem?) It's so simply written but visual and true.
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