The Great Escape
The great escape, the great last hope,
Something that’s helping to cope.
The obscure plan, too scary to attempt,
The wrong time to feel the harm.
The logic dictates and mind creates.
Reality ruins what soul desires,
Pulling yourself it seems through the fires.
Burning inside with guilty pleasures,
Hiding the last lingering treasures.
The right or wrong measures left for the taking,
To avoid further descent or keep on faking.
Several choices, the ringing voices,
Talking and screaming inside for attention,
Scared and horrified by future intentions.
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