The Great Escape©

Copyright 2015

Felina Silver Robinson

A pile four feet high sits atop my wooden desk

Work taunts me

Work consumes every corner of my life

I dream of work

Even in my waking hours

Of course the dreams are not good ones

So I now dream of

The Great Escape

I take a trip to anywhere but here

No phones, or computers

Finding their way to me

I no longer have to daydream

for my wish has finally come true

I’m in a paradise all my own

Hot summer sun messaging my back

Sitting in a sauna thinking of anything but work

Knowing for a time

I answer to no one but myself

This is one great escape

Being here with you