Poetry about the human condition and what humankind sometimes does to escape from reality.

The reasons I write.

Constantly struggling to eke out a life – Time is so precious yet we strive to achieve.

A poem about my own reality, little wonderland, that I escape to every now and then.

About realization that some things cannot be changed, and that you have to make the best of your life and be yourself, not try to hide behind false masks (in this poem alcohol, but it could be anything else people use as a form of escapism). Often the very thing that people believe is taking away their problems is actually what is causing them.