escapism
Typing all my time away
my breath slows down, I cannot stay
much longer
oh how my eyes long
to rest until the day is done
and wake up on another one
a whole year wasted, maybe more,
my time washed up upon the shore
a hollow shell I have become
my feet and fingers going numb
I try to stay awake my dear,
but this is my eternal fear,
each day the next each day the last
how long can repetition last
I want to run away with you
to whichever place you choose
as long as it is worlds away
and we can stay there in the sway
of breeze and sky and ocean blue
I just want to escape with you
I may just go to sleep right now
I may place down my heavy plough
To dream of somewhere far away
A place where we don’t need to stay
A place where we can live for truth
A place where we still have a roof
A place where value doesn’t matter
Where we can make the loudest clatter
Shredding money into bits
No more of our fatal fits
No more worry to our bones
We come and go
We ebb and flow
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