Escapism

Sometimes, I just really want to escape, Somewhere away from all the chaos, And competitions around in this world. Sometime, I really want to get an escape gate, which led me to somewhere peaceful, Enriched with glazziness of great wheather around, Roaming around in sheets of clouds, playing with beautiful creatures all around, Being freed from all the hurdles of the life. Living like that, Something just start timbering around my ears, Oh! It's an alarm clock with the time passing down, Then my eyes opens up right away, I looked there and it seems like, Oops! I am late again.