Reality. . . .
Something we all tend to escape somehow
Tell me what you do to escape it?
Do you listen to music?
or Do you hit the gym?
Mine’s a better way to feel
To live so many lives and be free
I flee to different lands each day and each night
Because words have the power to hold me upright
I flee from everything that I’m not
I flee to everything I want
Flee to the stories
I flee from “impossible”