What makes u feel,
That a mere paint can heal
The scars that run within?
Running on crests, the troughs go deep
Even a slip, n u r in for eternity.
Bracing yourself for the leap
Could be harder than realizing finity.
Even before this escape has affect
Mere glimpses of reality spoil the effect
Maybe that'll end some day...
Escape being debauched of its title
Nothing that helps u stay astray
From the burdens u rightfully entitle.