Escape

I’m jEalous of the wind. The wind who flows ever freely through my curtains, And escapes into the night sky almost twice as quick Somehow without making a scene or causing a burden, Disappearing faster than the light on a candle's wick I’m human so I Sin. Waiting on a late-night text like it’s my last hope Wishing and wanting to be washed away with the rain Scrubbed clean and made innocent by miracle soap Before tragically tumbling and fumbling down the drain Is wishing to leave a Crime? Because I’m moving forward, but I’m not moving on Just like a mouse hopelessly running circles in a maze I’m stuck in a cycle with emotions still bottled by dawn Optimism is a state, a forever foreign forgotten faze Is it plAying with my mind? Am I imagining and inventing my own nightmares? Whether I’m the hero or the villain isn’t evident Hopeless, climbing a never-ending flight of stairs Just to never reach the top or return to the present Let me Perceive what’s real. Reality is a foggy VHS tape holding onto the past Pouring down on each frame, wishing to rewind To make each and every memorable moment last Or to erase my tears during the times I’m blind Let me be allowed to fEel. To feel the rush the wind feels when it puts out a flame Or what the rain feels as it slides down in streams Let me wake up to someone calling out my name Urging me to return to reality and escape my dreams Written: August 2, 2021