Closed Eyes
With closed eyes, I can go anywhere.
Somewhere that is not here,
Where I can Escape the evils of reality,
The eyes of pressure, and the stench of change: Wheather it's good or bad.
To where I can open any door like a book,
Where my hand is the key.
But, I have to open my eyes to the entry of another entity.
[End]
There is nobody who lives a perfect life, for all our troubles come rolling back, whether its a simple gift for a birthday or a debt you have to pay.
What is your great escape?
