Escape

Another Poem in my line of I don't want to be here !

I wanna get away
Away from this daily grind, where there's
No steel or concrete, no cars, computers or fray.
To lay in a bed of lush grass, where the canopies whisper good morning
Listening to bird songs greeting, and morning breeze play smooth jazz
Walk to the lake and see how the early autumn leafs
Get intoxicated by the early morning weeds being smoked by the water
Being the first spotter of a sun timidly creeping through a virgin wake.
Oh your peace, the serenity feel, the spontaneous smile when the soul shines,
Where silence is but the canvas of natures music and paintings
Where there's no defiance, but dances of beauty in waning.

I want to get away
Away from this cold mind wash where glass and wood keep me stray.
My senses become numb after typing countless phrases.
To my duties I must vow,
While my mind seeks a means to fly away
Where the weed is free and the seafood is fresh
Where I don't need new jeans, or cologne scents.
Where my color is painted by the sun, while I don't smell like funky oils.
Where my only concerns are the waves, find a shade, and the hot soil
Dancing to the night's fire, with nothing on my mind
Not a worry in the sky, just stars to count and a moon to light my way

I want to get away
Away from these clothes that block my senses, my breathing, my movement
Nothing is real but the things man makes, An image, some plastic and paper
Foolish intents to reminisce of expenses We paid on our long way to the present.
I want to go where the people are free to show how they feel.
To cry and shout, to hug and kiss
To laugh and confide without the worry of 'bout what it ain't.
Where we enjoy what is steady, while not being in constraint
Where everything that I am, is what I need to be...

Author's Note

Just something that came out! Need to change the topic on future stuff!

Reviews

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I been searching for that place myself, Its wild what you see when stand upon the wall of society and you hear , you take it all it , the sights the sounds the screams, every one in a rush to get here and their. I don't care much for that stuff anymore. I like the mountains but no matter where you go you are found. That was a wonderful poem I don't get why no1 has given you any reviews on it???? But nothing here surprises me.