I've tried drinking booze but they just floated
and binge eating left me fat and bloated.
Perhaps escapism is the only way
I'm not sure if I can last one more day.
Oh, to press a button and disappear,
like in Star Trek, beaming me out of here.
Transporting me in a flash, anywhere,
away from all of my trouble and care.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem