You can never escape from All

		Yearning to be lost in a fiction,
		A fantasy of my own devising -
		The ease of living,
		The ease of joy;
		All answer by my devising
		And thus it is a shallower world -
		But it is comfortable.
		All my possible mistakes
		Fade into inconsequentiality
		As the story continues.

		The joy holds an ecstatic state,
		But ever underneath
		Lies a regret,
		A guilt
		Of being too weak
		To hold what God has given me -
		Of running away from my iniquities
		Instead of standing -
		Jesus all 'round -
		And working through each case with God -
		For I've tried to combat the Devil by myself
		Using weapons and strengths of my own devising
		And not God's;
		In each battle
		I've gained no real ground
		While expending my strength and resolution -
		From this do I run and hide,
		From any struggle in life,
		And in this fantasy
		I find a kind of haven.
		But this habit
		Can be harmful
		For although sometimes
		The escape can be healing and revealing
		There are times when it seems
		That the escape will be good for me
		And I decide to run 
		At a time when I could be conquering.

		It is when it becomes a distraction,
		A terrible craving for simplicity
		And a life of my own devising
		That it becomes detrimental.
		What I need to learn
		Is of God's path for me;
		When I can close my eyes and dream away
		And when to push up the hill
		Knowing that I will soon enough reach a plateau
		Upon which I can reside briefly,
		And that He will keep me strong
		As long as I continue to look to Him for help
		And not simply to myself.