solace

beams, sun, and the warmth that feels safe
this is my corner, this is my place..
and it is all i ask for really, somewhere to hide
when the stress and guilt of not making it tides..

so we run away! into that little cozy place
and hibernate for weeks, or months or days
knowing its wrong, yet we still seek solace
but from whom? now, we're not very honest
afraid of the answers, so we reject the questions
is that a man's way? to deny his passion?
it is a common disease, yet one which will not fade
growing in pain, as we move into old age
the wastelands are outside where sharp wind blows
we love the little box, so in we go..
do you feel happy really?
do you?