Is There Really a Place to Escape Yourself? A Poetic Reflection

Is there really a place?

Where we can leave ourselves

and come back with nothing.

Is there really a place?

Where we can park our feelings

and return holding just a key.

Is there really a place?

Where we can play poker with fate

and walk back as a joker

maybe after losing

you become one anyway.

No, no

I mean, is there really a place

where you can swim inside your dreams

and surface with a single drop of reality?

Is there really a place?

Where you can go,

shout your lungs out,

and return carrying peace like a souvenir.

Is there really a place?

Where you can meet aliens

and somehow come back

as a normal person.

Is there really a place?

Where you can go

and never come back

never come back,

like you never existed for anyone.

It’s not the “after you die” stuff.

It’s serious

if you know what I mean.

Because sometimes

coming back

is the only way

to cleanse yourself.

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