Staring game

She started the staring game first,

Those eyes fell on me,

like sunlight on a spring day.

I blinked first.

I'm in the shade.

Back to work.

Escape Artist

He's an

Escape artist,

an escape-from-his-life artist.

Games, T.V.,

Alcohol, weed.

In a world where there are a million ways to find happiness,

and to be fair he didn't just try the easy ones,

he tried the quick ones

too.

Surprise.

They didn't last.

There was once a thing he hung his hat on,

until 'life' it came and sat on

it.

So to feel again maybe he'd steal again,

or deal again

or down drink 'n' drugs till he

keels again.

Caught again?

Court again?

Definitely time to snort again. and

Houdini couldn't get out of this one.

Because, we told him he didn't need a map,

the path was wide and straight,

we told him the wind was with him,

and at the end, an open gate.

And if we didn't say that,

there were other lies,

that maybe he'd never be good enough

that he'd best not even try.

That's enough to turn even the mildest escapologist

into an escape-aholic.

He's an escape artist,

an escape-from-his-life artist

I'd tell him - Life's tough

but you can be tougher

if you won't, you'll be escaping all your life.

from one early grave

to another.