Sometimes reality scares me,
So I run away to my room
In an attempt to escape.
I sit at the window and
Get lost in the evening sky,
Or play my guitar until
I stop hearing everything
I don't want to know about.

It has been a while, though,
Since I last wanted to grow wings
And actually fly away
From everything and spend
The rest of my days in the sky.
Perhaps reality tastes sweeter
Now that I know I can digest it.

The sky has always been there,
Something I always want to look at
To make sure I am still under it.
But its beauty is something I am
Seldom able to admire now,
And something I no longer
Need to, so when I do
I appreciate it more.

Perhaps I always wanted to
Escape reality because I felt
I had to be there, but now
I want to be there it is easier to be.

The paths to my mental retreats
Are now becoming overgrown,
With only the occasional footstep
To disturb the dust gathering inside.
The shadows cast by my stupidity
(Past and present) still precede my feet
Sometimes, but now I find I want
To face them too, so they appear less often.

But if life were not this way,
We would simply end up
Tired of waiting for
Reality to be life like.

05/19/2003

Posted on 05/20/2003
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