To escape the reality, as they say
Is nothing but a coward's way
To cope up with life
that paced away way too fast
So that's how he chose to end his strife -
To run away into a wilderness of oblivion
The voices in his head finally giving in
Contrary to the brain, that races faster than it ever did;
Overbearing thoughts of unknown happenings immediately flood in.
Now that no shackels bind his actions
He lets his guard down within fractions
A smile plasters across his face
"I m free" said those eyes in replace.
The wrinkles relax ,both on his forehead and time
Worn out by invariably saying "I am fine"
Imagination now takes an upper hand
Thoughts clamber as if written on sand.
But no, they dont bury him,they help him stand
For to escape is all that he knows when its rough
And that's how he finds his solace, if that's enough.
Voluntary thoughts take over the coerced ones
Even so it's brief, to slip away sure is fun.
To escape the reality, as they say
Is nothing but a coward's way
But it takes as much courage to hold on
To thoughts in perpetual conflict with reality
Aware that they will never make it in actuality
Optimism, well i think is the word,
Its implication draped
For what he looks for is to be heard
When he tries to escape.
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