Tempting Escape

Some will choose to sleep through life
I find this an inexplicable irony
To spend your few hours in an unconscious escapism
Alive in a world of dreams rather than living them
Perhaps it is because life makes an anti climax of fantasy
All tied up in pretense and obligation
No wonder we strive for the infantile commonplace that is nap time
To run away to a time with no control
Where parents are the gods of your singular universe
I have not chosen as such
I choose to grin and bare a responsibility that could be the death of me
To remove the world of future from my head and force it into the every day
Maybe i will succeed
Maybe i will fail
But i in the very least have won in my fight against the temptress of the duvet