ESCAPE FROM REALITY

 ESCAPE FROM REALITY


Sometimes, do you feel tired?

Sometimes, do you feel far from sane?

Does it make you lonely?

Is sadness, your gain?


Do you feel loved?

Do you feel important?

Do you feel like you somebody?

Do you feel significant?


What if the answer's no?

What if you are lonely as a lion?

With all the wealth and power, yet,

Are you still crying?


Do others see, and you have everything,

But through your eyes, are you a pauper?

Stuck in the paradox of life,

Bliss is all that matters.


Do you have a fantasy,

To run, and keep running,

Away from all heart and soul,

Away, where life has no meaning.


Yes, go far, far away,

Set your breath free,

Perhaps, rejuvenate,

All you need is,

An escape from reality.

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