Escapism

Solitude is all that she ever needs 
To carry her off to world of dreams 
A place that has no past to dwell on 
Where every day is a brand new song 
A place where she relives her  moments 
Till happiness fills her mug of emotions 
People may call this self deception 
But i think i better call this escapism 
So, this place didn't have a future too 
Never gives you a reason that bothers you 
There is just  a present, an eternal one 
That present keeps shining like a summer sun  
She wishes for things and they are right there 
She feels only love, no hatred. everywhere. 
Some people might call it fantasizing 
But i better call this escapism 
Because she does all this only to live well 
Living is a tough job, if you couldn't tell 
She exists in this world and lives in dreams 
Her reality has merged into imagination it seems 
And whenever people try to make her life a mess 
She just takes a sip from her mug of happiness 

I know some of you might call this insanity. 
But i think i better call this escapism.