II. No Answers

And once I arrive there,
I try to sort things out,
I try to find the answers,
To what my life is all about.

So far I haven't found much,
And it causes me to wonder,
Do I really belong here?
Am I any more than just a blunder?

Peace,
Justin

I. Escape

Running away,
Or finding my place,
I flee from this world,
Without leaving a trace.

I escape to a land,
That belongs only to me,
To a place far away,
Which can't be reached by land or sea.

It is not like this world,
Nor like anyone else's,
Because everyone is different,
And has his/her own private spaces.

Mine is where I go,
When things don't go my way,
When life has got me down,
Which seems to be just about every day.

But whatever the reason,
Whatever the cause,
I leave for there often,
Without giving any pause.

Peace,
Justin