The Escapologist

I'll climb this tree alone, it is not a fire escape, 
It will not keep me from the flames and I will still get burnt.  
I never asked for this just look at me.  
I'm pathetic and weak, a carousel being.  

So get me out. 
I am not going back.  
Escapologist, get me out.  

I closed my eyes, I dreamt that I had escaped, 
I dreamt of windmills and wooden horses.  
I dreamt that I had, I had a reason to smile.  
But I froze up in the kitchen and awoke.