The Great Escape(s)

Escaping and evading

the thoughts that invade my mind. 

Picking up a book, or a pen, or a pencil

and peace at mind is what I find. 

Writing down words or creating pictures.

Dancing my problems away.

Acting like a whole different person.

No longer plagued by the thoughts of everday.

An escape from the real world. 

An escape from time itself.

The world stands still 

as I release myself.

My problems fade away,

no longer my main thought.

Instead I'm worried about getting the shade right

or releasing the words that once were caught. 

Focused on the picture before me

or the words that are on my mind.

Getting my feelings out on paper

whether with words or lines. 

But no length of words

nor the most beautiful of scenes

can truly help me escape

the thoughts that my day brings. 

Caught in my own prison.

Trapped in my head.

No escaping myself.

Just gotta keep walking the road ahead. 

Gotta keep on walking on

and gotta keep my head held high.

The day may bring the worst of the worsts,

but I always have that pencil and paper nearby.

Ready at a moment's notice.

Ready to aid in the escape.

Ready to let me get away 

by letting out words or creating new shapes.