Coffee driven, stricken by the need of escape.
That rush, the essence of excitement. the hard relief.
But there is no escape.
No escaping reality.

Sometimes I just want to wake up from this dystopia
Jump up from this wonderful nightmare.
I need someone to come in and see me in distress,
I need that nudge back into reality.

Wake me up!
It’s too overpowering
I tightly close my eyes and hope I see the light back into the real world.
I don’t want to see this fantasy anymore...

I can’t finish this... the dilemma