Escape

There’s nothing to do, so I roll another,

A midnight drink for a lonely lover,

Trying to get high, but it’s getting me down,

I paint on a smile but it looks like a frown.

Ignoring the calls from my chronic mother,

I need to escape her malignant smother,

So I wonder the stagnant streets at night,

Don’t mind if I’m wrong, don’t care if I’m right. 

Help me escape from this endless depression,

Lift from my shoulders life’s heavy oppression,

Open my eyes, so again I can see -

And be happy, contented, in just being me.

Billie Dee