When life's realities appear
Too grim for you to face,
The future fills your heart with fear -
The past may hold disgrace;
O why so often do you feel
The truth could be denied,
By using some escape unreal
To run away and hide?

For after you've made that "retreat"
You surface once again,
With those same problems round your feet,
Plus further added pain.
So did it really help at all,
To deal with life that way?
To run from problems large and small
You'll face another day?

Oh, what a tragedy to waste
Life's precious days and hours
By always trying to escape
And lose your mental powers!
This running from reality
What good does it ever do?
For surely some day you will see -
All you're running from is YOU!

Honoria A. Groves