Strange how the human mind loves escape,
Strange how we run in many mazes all our life.
A man can be irritable, abrasive to his wife
And daughter and son through no fault of their own.
He can chew quarrels with neighbors to the bone,
Or invoke memories of what his father had done,
Dwell on his unhappy childhood, love turned sour.
He can nurse resentments hour after hour,
Year after year, or water his discontent.
His energies, too, may be spent
On racial or group prejudice and hate,
Political ideologies growing at an increasing rate.
He has it in him to grow bored in relationships,
To seek other roses, travel on other ships,
To seek lovely new eyes, new love, and happiness -
Anything to cover up his loneliness.
He's a creature of pleasure and excitement,
Often becomes enamored of his pain, internal din,
Does anything to escape his emptiness within.
Or he may choose the soothing balm of religious belief
Or ideology or become a patriot,
Seeming high-minded, yet behind the mental drape
Is the fact that he loves running, loves escape.