My Escape
Times are hard when least expected
My escape is when in my dorm
I can relax and catch up on hobbies
No class troubles, no class forms
The stress free moments is what I've suspected.
My escape is when I am alone
No more class work stress, no more meeting in lobbies
It would be nice to have a clone
Although I know it cannot be formed
I can still enjoy my life, struggling or free
I know I can live with with my escape.
This poem is about:
Me