The Escapist

All these walls were never really there
Nor the ceiling or the chair
I'm eking weeks at peace on a beach
I see the breezes weave the trees

These walls you'll find are yours and mine
Confined not by them I
I'm in times that lie behind my eyelids
The sunset still the rising silence

I'll not feel no fear 'cause I'm not really here
I'm nowhere near

There's no rain on roof that grates and beats me
My favourite tree breaking light to pieces
Sprinkling, sharded, light on me
Throw a stone as high as you can

And hearing with hand not hear it land
Nothing taxing,
Dusting sand
My window and world spins and twirls
The walls then fall, I recall this all

White clouds, white wash, faded, spotless
The weighty shadows, ranges of rocks
The cold is all illusion thought up
A Stroll on the shore, snooze and explore

All possibilities in each new morning
'Til satisfied reaching out, yawning
Fish in a big dish, some rice and spice
Salt over shoulder, never salted so die

The truth I have told was silent sometimes
But whose soul does not hide any crimes?
Wrapped in walls, encircled by work
The walls fall, this story occurs

No barrier, no boundary, all hours I please
The freedom to stay or stray
Be fiend or friend
Cause no harm but charm
The peaceful end

I'll not feel no fear 'cause I'm not really here
I'm nowhere near
I'll not feel no fear 'cause I'm not really here
I'm nowhere near

Pale ancient woods, strew white sandy bays
This ugly room pales away today
I'm swimming in the ocean,
I sink slow motion
Fingers, toes, floating

Every year 'til yesterday
I see the eternal setting sea
I compare all this to me
Little fleeting, momentary me

I blink my eyes, this is reminding me
Life flies in the blink of an eye
The old die for reasons, new tides four seasons
New life born is like teasing

All these walls were really never there
Nor the ceiling or the chair
I'm eking weeks at peace on a beach
I see the breezes weave the trees

I'm not here at all, your dearly fool
I see bristling trees, the shush of the sea
The mischievous, fluttering seagulls
No, I'm not trapped in a box, I'm glancing at rocks
I'm dancing off docks,
Since this dance began
That's where I am

I'll not feel no fear 'cause I'm not really here
I'm nowhere near
I'll not feel no fear 'cause I'm not really here
I'm nowhere near

So done