Logistics of Escape

2/15/15     1030 am

You can't come in here, it's dark in here

You'd never find your way.

I can't come out to run or shop

or visit friends or even play.

You can't come in, it's dark you see

You can'e even see my face.

I won't come out and expose myself

I think I like this place.

It's dark and cold and lonely,

but familiar, all the same.

I can stay in here, inside my head

and carry all the blame.

I can throw a tantrum in here

without ridicule or dissatisfaction

In my head, I'm the main stage

I am the main attraction

In here where it's dark and cold

and lonely and expanse

I can do what I want.

I can always get a second chance

It never dawned on me til now

how the logistics of this works

always there, in the back of your mind

an escape plan from the world