Enter Into the Luxury of My Escape

Enter Into the Luxury of My Escape

I think about running – about jumping – about fleeing the scene – everyone’s here yet I feel so mean

I begin my exit – and enter into the luxury of my own escape

can’t handle the social – I feel anti social – so sorry so - as I leave – I’m fiending a rescue – never realized how much I needed you

until the other night - and again tonight – never felt so alone – rolling over in this blanket of snow – smoldering questions – smothering answers - with sleep

this glass of wine is so dry so – and tears begin to water these eyes – waiting for tomorrow’s Thanksgiving pies – with gram cracker crust

how I think now of what I must – and go about another day – and miss the way it used to be – so easy so – and how I felt free

been to long – since I could just lounge – with no thoughts cluttering my head

and I can’t lie – oh I gotta lay down – my fake smile turned upside inside out mirror reflects a frown

I think about those eyes - the happiness inside – and what must I do – how can I be with you

take you into my dreams – as eyes widen to shut – take you to the beach and a wicker hut – Jamaican sun – living life – that’s what I think about

the pulse of breath – the time to rest

a calm thought

I think about the blue sky yellow sun – and the master piece – the artist and their guns

so quickly these colors escape the pallet

I think about you somewhere else – with someone else – and the pounding beats of rain – are raveling in my pain – and these words release my name – my face

Secrets are heard in this enchanted case – and no judge or jury would set free someone as guilty as me

I think about holding you at night – sometimes - it’s the only way to make everything feel alright

I think about holding fierce and holding my own – I think about your voice on the phone - the feeling of you being close – the sensations of air when you pass by

I think about the chance I missed – when on that fateful night – I jumped ship – ran to the corner store – bought a ticket for the bus

I shouldn’t have missed you that much

I think about the flicker of your touch

and about the instant when your gone these moments last to long

the fleeting essence of your scent – as it hovers in air – so intense so – that all other memories disappears - and any sign of a smile feels to weird

I think about how I miss you – and how I hear you in every song