Escaping Yourself

 Your spirit crumbles

On the journey of the Great Escape

From yourself.

You change countries and women more than you change shoes.

Every country you crossed,

          Takes a sample of your blood

           And gives you a souvenir.

Every woman you hugged,

           Nibbles a piece of your spirit

           And gives you a memory.

You finally arrived,

Without a spirit,

To nothing.