Pathetic escapism where I can find
Selfish solutions to help me unwind.
When reality reads the riot act,
I ignore the facts
to seek a virgin landscape.
Life’s problems are clear.
Putting them aside doesn’t make them disappear.
When calmer climes of imagination call,
I must force myself
to face a rusting reality.
My escape is limited by the solid truth,
But imagined perfection is better than none at all.
When forced to choose between the two,
I prefer embracing both
to battle life in a flank attack.
Â© 2013 Wasted Space Publishing