I need an escape, 
Something to pick me up, 
Something to fight for, 
Something I can love.
The fact is I'm tired, 
And a little confused, 
But there are no escapes; 
I refuse to abuse.
So I can't complain, 
About choices I've made, 
I just keep moving forward, 
Day after day.                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                     
                
perfect I'm loving your poems s ok me time it'sit's good to escape -# d