This poem was written based on the following prompts
There was something about the notion of escape, which caressed his soul.
To hop in his car seeking far horizons, uncaring of what was left behind …
He would drift in his dreams, he would let his imagination take flight, he would live as he’d envisaged
He would become what he sought and finally be happy
In the den of his creativity.
He would rebuild, refine, recommence, he would leave the clutter behind without a care
He would return to the beginning, but not fall into the trap of letting it define him
He would finally be free.