Potluck week 13- Escape 


In my dream

Life is sweet

Sweet as this butterscotch ice cream

People are eccentric just like me

Not hypocrites or judgmental

Going about their life carefree

There is laughter

There isΒ  love

Nothing looks bad hereafter

I wish I could live in my dreams

Today, Tonight, Tomorrow

I’m tired of the same regimes

I need an escape from this place

I need an escape to survive

I want to live in my dreams, where I can decide the pace

Where I can change it all in an instant

Let’s escape to this imaginary place

My dreams

 

This is my entry for the Potluck week 13 on Jingle Poetry