Escape the World

I’m trapped inside
And need to seek my way out.
I’ve got no one to talk to
And no one who understands me.
I’ve got nowhere to go.
So I go to my secret hideout
Out in the woods,
Out in the middle of nowhere.
I can’t dwell in this state of mind,
But I can’t put it to rest
Because too much is swimming in my mind.
What’s swimming in my mind,
Even I can’t understand.

Sometimes I need someone to hold on to
So I won’t lose my grip.
The world is something that can’t get through to me;
I can’t get through to the world.

Many drops of water fall and fill up the lake
And cause circular waves.
I look with blurred vision at my reflection in its mirror—
A distorted reflection of me it is.
Many drops of water fall and fill up the lake.
I let it all out and keep it all in—
Keeping everything away from everyone else
Except from one other who comes here.
She feels the same way—
Feels that only we understand each other.
We sit beside each other out in the woods by the lake.
Sometimes we embrace each other.
We let it all out and keep it all in.
Many drops of water fall and fill up the lake.

Sometimes we need someone to hold on to
So we won’t lose our grip.
The world is something that can’t get through to us;
We can’t get through to the world.

We’re trapped inside
And need to seek our way out.
We need to escape the world
By finding a way into our own world—
By merging ourselves together.
Our bodies, our hearts, our drops of water come together;
Runny eyes and runny noses stain our shirts.
She always wants me to lay my head on her chest.
I guess it gives her body and heart extra warmth;
I guess it warms up our happiness together.
Our bodies are cold as ice, but
By merging ourselves together,
No two other bodies are possibly warmer.
She rests her head on my shoulder.
As we hold tight to each other with one hand—
As we press physically closer to each other—
We gently stroke the other’s face with the other—
As we press tenderly closer to each other.
Our hearts pressed so close together,
Her heart beats in my body.
Mine—always so distant from me—feels
It has no beat.
Maybe she feels mine equally close to her—
And hers equally distant from her.

Sometimes we need someone to hold on to
So we won’t lose our grip.
The world is something that can’t get through to us;
We can’t get through to the world.

After the first visit,
Something more evolved between us—
A misunderstood love where neither of us loved the other.
It seems as if we’ve known each other for years.
After a few more visits,
We further evolved into needing each other…
Then evolved into wanting each other more
After a few more visits.
We understood that no one wanted to love us
And that no one else would love to want us for something more.
We were both needy for someone to the point past desperation
And used that understanding for the other
To want each other that much more.
Eventually, our desperation for each other
Merged into our only real explicable urge.
Sometimes we’d end up in bed,
Though it wasn’t the sex that drew us there.
Sometimes we need to escape the world
By finding a new secret hideout for us
Under cover from everyone else
By getting naked under the covers
And physically, tenderly pressing our bodies, our hearts close together—
By merging ourselves together.
Eventually, after our desperate pleasures are triggered,
She always wants me to lay my head on her chest.
I guess it gives her body and heart extra warmth;
I guess it warms up our happiness together.
Eventually, we embrace each other
And fall asleep.

Sometimes we need someone to hold on to
So we won’t lose our grip.
The world is something that can’t get through to us;
We can’t get through to the world.

We do these things
Because we’re trapped inside
And need to seek our way out.
It’s our way
Of finding a way into our own world.
Whether in the woods under the trees
Or in bed under the covers,
We’re always there for each other
Because no one else has been there for either of us—
Because we’re in desperate need of each other—
Because we’re all we’ve got.

Sometimes we need someone to hold on to
So we won’t lose our grip.
The world is something that can’t get through to us;
We can’t get through to the world.

She’d never escape my world
Unless death immigrates her to another world non-existent in this world.
If she did, I’d just as soon be reborn in that new world.
Without her, I’d be trapped inside
With no alternative way out.
Maybe she’d do the same if I escaped her world first.
I’ll never escape her world
Unless death immigrates me there first.
The world has left us out in the cold;
Our icy bodies are the warmest thing left for us.

Sometimes we need someone to hold on to
So we won’t lose our grip.
The world is something that can’t get through to us;
We can’t get through to the world.

Russ Clement

Escape the World

DiscoverMe

Knoxville, United States

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