The Escape Artist

I slide through a window.
Dropping two stories to
the ground. I run around
trying to find a place
to escape. I am gone;
I am free from the past
and the shadow it casts.
I run down the street
with the toughest feet.
Barefoot and confused:
the moon is my muse.
I was free – a simple sign
To escape again. I escape
to find the perfect rhyme –
words that define my life.


I oblige. I understand
Worlds Collide.
Eyes open wide.
There’s no one inside.
Nowhere to hide,
But in my pride.
Who am I?
How do I know?
We only see
What is shown.
Take me home,
Away from here.
Please be sincere
To the man in the mirror.
I push forward
To an unknown world.
I fight back
When under attack.
I fast forward
To an unknown time.
I just hope to be fine.
Oblivion, a place I’ve been
Has taken many men.
Oblivion, a place I’ve been
Seems to have no end.
I understand my place
In this very space
As I visit oblivion
For the rest of my days.