Escape

Take my hand, Is that bus to Utopia? Come, let me take you home My home I sit on my desk My body present My soul escaping Riding the last bus to oblivion It is beautiful It is glorious Wonderful Full of bliss and color Come, I'll show you I will narrate to you The place, far away Full of symphony I will tell you of Him He greets me with a smile and warm hug How was your day he begs to hear I narrate with a smile and short hugs I take His hand, We sit by the doorsteps And I tell Him of my dreams, ambitions, I notice Him basking at my sight I ignore and carry on with gusto He is beautiful It is beautiful here No judgement No deadline No merit Nothing. No passage, Every time I retire on my bed, I do not sleep, The soul sinks under, It scatters a thousand pieces across the universe I am searching for a passage If I can't find it I create one When my alarm goes off in the morning My body lies hollow My soul in a million places I start to gather, and it takes a minute Tired, I start another reality.