Tonight
I sit in my corner
And think
How do I live the life I live?
How do I survive?

I close my eyes
Although too tight
I escape
I hide from my life
And I think

Thinking
My hands race
They race for my pen
And write
My thoughts

I write
Anything, and
everything I write
Feeds my escapism
And I write more

Suddenly I finish
I open my eyes
I put down my pen

I had escaped 
At least, for tonight