Escapism by Ameena Qasim

Evolution
Diffusion
Realism
All implemented into one

Viewpoint
Propriety
Prosperity
All have alternatives

Demaenor
Gesticulation
Reciprocation
All that have emerged

I am not here to rhyme
But here to make a confession
called Escapism

You only evolve when you are at the bottem
You only diffuse when you wake up feeling different
You only realise when you have a loss
A lose of a legend, not one of a bad memory
It is like living in the dark without a light switch
Until something approaches with a candle
called Escapism

Normally when you are at the seaside
You see people swimming on the surface
Yet no one wants to swim at the bottem level
Where you loose sight and suffocate
And eventually cannot make your way up
Sometimes you drown yourself there
But takes courage to be raised back to shore
Often called Escapism

You may not care to understand
You may not like what you see
You may not like what you read
You may not like who I am
But trust me
Being un-attached from you is
called Escapism

The mind
The body
The manner
The person I am now
Is for me, and not for you

And that is what you call
Escapism