Escapism

I wish I could change time

fast forward the clock of life

each time a crisis shows up…

I stop whining and staring at my life

turns the clock

Life seems so easy

escapism I call it

But now I see the last moment

How I wish I haven’t turned my clock

that I could live a life again.

Daily Prompt: Fast Forward

 

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  15. Nice Poem . Reminded me of the 3Idiots Movie-Song-
    “Give me some sunshine, Give me some rain…
    Give me another chance, I wanna grow up once again…”

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