Find solace in something

Escape?
What is it?
Small slithers of hope,
Snow falling to man office,
Windows and wood slats that make it feel like a prison,
Office work is dull, phones ring, people talk, it's all shit,
But, through the prison bars a big enough gap to escape,
As heavy snow falls,
The dark murky white clouds,
Give picturesque scenes,
To a man in a office,
Who sees nothing more than,
Hope
Through escape
From snow.

Yet one mans escape is another mans enemy,
Just like a prisoners escape,
is an enemy to the prison guards,
As the snow is escape for the office man,
The man out moving wood,
Sees escape as an enemy.

But escape,
Why do we need it?
Insanity,
Craziness,
Nutter,
Are they people who have successfully escaped,
Or become trapped in reality?
Trapped in a grim reality,
Couldn't escape, couldn't see straight,
Fantasy aids the production of reality,
Without fantasy and escape,
The whole world would be crazy,
We all live in a grim reality,
Whether that be;
Within our minds,
Or the very tangible objects that control us,

Find escape, cherish fantasy, life is full of too much reality, being mature, enjoy life even if it's fantasy,
To some extent fantasy is reality otherwise it wouldn't be there.