Escape
so wanted
but only comes
Once a year
for me.

You see me standing
here,
yet you do not see
the hands that hold me
to this world
that's not
my own
with force so strong
I cannot leave.
I cannot
slip
away.

My world
with grass so soft and lush
purple sky
with blue that
leaks like a stream
through a garden.

The lonely tree
so tall
a single branch
weighed down
by a swing.
my swing.

Walk some ways
down the hill
so steep
that in this world
you'd fall right off the edge
and down into the sky.

But you aren't in this world
you're in mine.

And you'll find a circle
of stones laid out
around a pit
of electric blue
the flames of a fire
but it
wont
burn.

Spread your arms
fall backwards
into flame.

This world obeys
ask for flowers
and they will grow.
I wave my hand across the sky
and
paint
a
rainbow.

But these hand so strong
grip me here
this world
where nothing changes.
overcome by sadness,
and half
as mad
as me.