Terminal Escapism

		I used escapism to get away from 
		The minor annoyances of life.
		She was alway my sanctuary.
		These minor annoyances have multiplied indefinitely.

		Slowly the seeds of pessimism and cynicism,
		Have flourished and become the monarchy of my mind.
		I cannot think of anything else.
		I am bound terminally by them.
		I would kill to be able to escape them.
		I have not yet attempted it,
		I know already - I will not be able to.

		She has always lured me back,
		With promises of another world,
		One where I do not have to think so much.
		She is still my sanctuary.
		If I do not go,
		Then pessimism and cynicism 
		Will grip my mind interminably.
		I have become a terminal escapist.