I want to live

I want to breathe

I desire escape

To another time

In the past

For the first time

In my life

Feeling trapped

Was not on my agenda

Standing still

Never an option

Moving forward

Past all obstacles

Has always

Been the game plan

But life socks punches

Contained in a velvet glove

You get knocked down

With a helluva shiner

Get up off the floor

And shake it off

Kicking detritus

Out the door...

There is no choice

But to move forward

And make the best

Decisions you can...

Even when Life

Is an unforgiving Bitch

Roll that rock forward

Leave bitches behind

....20/20 is blind

Move on to the next era

Nothing left to chance

Or remnants of the past

Move it forward

Actions speak louder

Than your words...

Move it forward.

I like it. "I desire escape to another time in the past". A book by Ucranian writer Bruno Schulz recently published in Spain has the title "Growing up towards childhood". I like the idea of moving forward towards the past.

Sorry, I liked your whole text, and I've just focused on one point; I may even have misunderstood it.

Anyway, keep them going!