Escapist
Let’s fly away with the wind that that blows..
To a faraway unknown land..
Where there are no blood stains to clean ..
Or run races on sand..
Where the world is still innocent
And thousand dollars, is worth a cent..
We land on the green meadows..
On the slope of the hill..
As the cool breeze blows from the sea
Ah! No tasks left to fill…
The days will now be spent by swimming,
And the nights ——by dreaming..
Cloudy skies during the day
With the chilly, cold night..
And the sunrise in the mountains,
Makes such a blissful sight…
As the sun sinks beneath the sea..
The whole sky looks like a cup of tea…
Here the mind is free of temptations..
There abides the tunes of peace..
Where the mind is just blissfully happy..
For it is allowed to rest and freeze…
Like a bird returning to its nest,
The tired mind craves for rest…
