Escape From The City

Rags to riches kind of themed poem using the frame of childhood memories of Sonic the Hedgehog, introducing the concept of reader's and writer's accepted plagarism.

Follow me. Set me free. Trust me and we will escape from the city. 

That is blatantly stolen.

But we as writers always steal. 

It is the necessary plagarism.

The pleasant expanditure that requires no copyright. 

This robbery of idea leads to the birth of otherwise hidden perception. 

And this perception is precisely what will help us in our "City Escape."

We run the streets to chase our goal. 

The blue blur to the gold ring. 

The success story.

The pleasant future. 

The safety from any Chaos that stands in one's way. 

Therefore we glide down our own paths.

Trying to escape that Perfect Chaos. 

Sometimes running into roadblocks, sometimes falling off our paths.

Seeing others, aside from yourself, running an identical road.

Sometimes admiring them

Wholly wanting them to succeed

And other times, racing against them. 

Hoping their Time Stops, or the Sonic Wind of misfortune starts "homing" in on them.

But overall, whether as a team or alone, we all look toward the golden future ahead. 

Hoping to get there unscathed, if at all. 

And there is only one path, out of the city, the dreaded city. 

The city on which the "helicopter of life" birthed me upon. 

The city I slide through, my mind running rings. 

And me, on my way there I hope there's a rail. 

Because I gotta get on my grind.

Author's Note

Rags to riches kind of themed poem using the frame of childhood memories of Sonic the Hedgehog, introducing the concept of reader's and writer's accepted plagarism. Many corny cliche lines, and not truly deep, but humorous, amusing, and effective (I hope) All rights for Sonic the Hedgehog go to Sega, of course. Just seemed fun to structure my ideas around this.