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
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
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