We all have an escape
Whether we want one or not
It’s hard to accept
Only because we often feel bereft of our place in the world

What’s your escape?
Where do you go when the world is full of hate?
For me, I follow the trees, down a path, carrying my guitar with ease
Simply because music makes more sense than the people around me
Each melody, each interval, each syncopation and beat
Mold together to form one lovely piece
That thoroughly expresses my need for a retreat  
And is packed with sorrow or hope or whatever emotion I want to appease