Vicarious Living

An escape from the present,

When there's something to resent.

A reason to run away mentally,

And focus on something; anything.

Living other people's lives,

Concerning yourself with the things that consume them.

Volunteering to help them solve problems,

And worrying your head about them,

Escaping your own hidden skeletons.

The best part is this: even their characters are not real,

So there's no harm in making mistakes.

Not like in your life: one mistake, and it's all blown away.

Yeah, I'd rather live someone else's life!

It's better I escape the decisions ahead of me.

I'd go on ahead and solve theirs, give them pep talks,

Anything to help them win.

And if they don't, there's no problem!

It's just a TV show. They can rewrite the story.

Not like the story of my life. No no nothing like it!

One bad choice and I'm screwed; so I'd rather live theirs.

Yet no matter how long my directing role lasts,

I know I'll be back to directing mine soon enough.

But i'd rather have those hours of peace,

Than deal with mine. "A vicarious escape", i call it.