What can I say? Live well on your terms.

I felt trapped in endless days
mudanely moving from play to play;
eat, sleep, work, repeat;
shit, the sameness of my days left me beat.

I drowned my sorrow with drugs and booze
using hopeless futility as an excuse.
But this only made me lose;
job, family, friends and favor.

Then I did a complete one eighty
and poured myself into religion and deity.
This removed me from life and community
and I lost myself, my desire, my mind and will.

A new temple for worship I needed and desired
and membership at the nearest CrossFit was acquired.
Here I lost weight, inches and dime
but gained very little insight over time.

Then came cars, boats, babes, bikes and bowling,
followed by fishing, hunting, skiing and flying.
None of these things allowed me the escape
desired from these activities I so admired.

Then one day as I was shaving in the mirror
I knew that trying to escape was an error!
For a moment I reflected on my life with terror
then saw I had a life many might consider stellar!

There was nothing to escape after all,
just a stupid thought that became a stupendous feeling
that grew large and looming and stood obscuringly tall.
All required of me was simply to enjoy life y’all.




One response to “Escape, a poem”

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