Am standing at the doorstep.
Preparing for the great escape.
A break out strategy, a net-escape.
From the manacles of this boredom.
From the tyranny of this dreary norm.
No more a dilapidated relic.
Away from pretensions chic.
Fleeing from shallowness- hypocrisy.
To a world of letters- meritocracy.
To the musty smell of books in tatters.
Away to transient thoughts among chatters.
Retreat in to my towers of silence.
Protected by the vultures of loneliness.
Am caught between cowardice and creativity.