Literature
Escapism
I often wish to just leave this place
This wilting world comprised
of money and car alarms
of plastic and deadlines,
of disasters and bombings,
of conveyor belts and jail cells,
of keyboards and software,
which isn't even really there to begin with--
They say it's the end of an era,
The end of the world.
The truth is if anything else happens
we're all just going to explode,
into a million little bits of information and stardust,
because the human mind was not meant to withstand
the horrors of this modern day
the traffic jams and lost car keys,
the typos and error reports,
the missed calls and broken headsets,