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The Escapist Lady
She wanders home to sleep
Not really, wishful thinking
Because her days are dreams
Resting wastes those fantasies
Practicing her escapist activities
Sometimes she sees and hears the evil of those around
Not really, imagination is her companion
Listening to them
She resumes that mental track
People like to tell her she’s a lunatic
Screaming at the air around
Not at them, she knows
At the things her mind decides to show
Practicing her escapist activities
One day it’ll die, the people, sounds, the demons that float by
Will she know the difference from the things
Between her inner land and reality?
Practicing her escapist activities
She wanders home to sleep
Not really, wishful thinking
Because her days are dreams
Resting wastes those fantasies
Practicing her escapist activities
Sometimes she sees and hears the evil of those around
Not really, imagination is her companion
Listening to them
She resumes that mental track
People like to tell her she’s a lunatic
Screaming at the air around
Not at them, she knows
At the things her mind decides to show
Practicing her escapist activities
One day it’ll die, the people, sounds, the demons that float by
Will she know the difference from the things
Between her inner land and reality?
Practicing her escapist activities
She wanders home to sleep
Published 5th May 2020
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