escape or no escape

when i wander inside my mind, exploring cavernous expanses of tritely filled grey matter, synthesizing thoughts about nothing that pertains to real, images of holographic illusion appear. ideals of words of folks long dead spinning in modern jargon, problems which befell men of odder times, remain unresolved in dimensional arrays of immobile archaic goals, embedded in tradition, signifying nothing different transpires under systems unchanged by experience, time and effort. when i wander inside my mind, escaping dribs of drab reality to delve into the fantasy of creative effort that role plays some mythical creature of immense proportion, she takes out frustration on the lemming-like saps that violate transient space, relieving the boredom of their cubicle life tempered at the drive through on the way to the vidiot screen and couch potatoe nothingness. when i wander inside my mind, i tend to find few outlets that equivocate reality.