escapism

There I was in the woods

I ran far from the hoods

Together I took all my goods

The vital paraphernalia especially foods

So distant from the sickening moods

I had to escape from the house of goons

In their midst I was kept among their boons

Peace and calm was so the order

In this new place I kept my composure

Being there all my time was for leisure

No longer would I be a prisoner to seizure

So beautiful daily I would gaze

Watching the sun rise colouring the sea azure

The beauty of it would simply amaze