Escape

In the furthest reaches of my mind there is a place I go,
When things are getting too much and the heartache starts to show,
In the silence of tranquillity I sit with head in hand, 
And when I can't deal with life I  bury it deep inside the sand,
It's my escape from pressure and lifes daily stress and strain,
Oblivion I think it's called from smoking Crack Cocaine, 
But after 30 years of doing so, the only thing I see,
Is every problem I  escaped all waiting there for me,
And multiplied I'd say, when I took my eye off the ball,
And now they do imprison me like a forty foot brick wall,
So if like me you foolishly thought your problems had long gone,
You're outta luck, just take a look, you're faced with every one.