escape

another night of cryptic words, the shape of cobwebs
floating all around, slowly falling
what could keep some occupied would keep one alone -
thanks to that, thanks to this night of everyone's preoccupation
3000 words in 5 minutes, 300 seconds
another five years from now, you should have learnt
to fly away, out of places you don't belong - away from places where
you know you shouldn't be at
cobwebs the shape of words would still fall
but wouldn't bother you no more