ESCAPISTS
Every dreamer born may
an escapist become.
When emotional survival
is bad weather stifled
fantasy arrival is
vital as heart and head
weapons that reckon
with false hitting bits of
regrets spittled resin.
Escapists have naive
need beliefs that seek
relief lacking clues.
Not intuitively glued,
they flare prime illusions
then meet blues intrusion.
Rue immersions disburse
layered bruises into
their fantasy threads.
Escapists do not pencil
lists to assist their trips.
Without practice or
attending lessons, an
escapist will maximize an
ideal conception from
foggy appeals and provide
their own transportation
to vaguely arrive in a bog.
Soon dizzy from the tizzy
of too little information,
they’ll deny hearing
reality’s jeering cry.
Easier and freer to eat
it all down for soon
the bog ball will end
and only they need to know
the why in the what that they did.
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