Me-The Escapist
The escapist in me looks down
when a teacher scans the rows
for a doubtful face to charge her questions
The escapist in me sleeps off
when i flunk an exam
It never thinks about tomorrow
never thinks about the next hour
The escapist in me shys away
when I am the first to enter
into an unknown host's home
The escapist in me catches an imaginary cold
when my exam portions are not under control
The escapist in me should escape from me
lest i become a wimpy person
But here again the escapist in me
shuffles away at the prospect of escaping from me
So here its back again.....
Copyright © Shreyas Susan | Year Posted 2013
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