The Escape

The dawn, the morning, the light

Everything is calm and everything is bright,

Apparently

 

People wake up, from yesterday night,

Starting another life every day

Knowing they cannot see what they fight

They keep getting blown by life like a piece of hay 

And have to start all over day by day

 

The night 

The lights

The murderous hands that suffocate the heart like cella tape 

Trying to be stopped by the escape

 

Here is a man 

Dancing in the night

Maybe it’s a fight?

He’s in line for the escape