Some days I wish,
I wish I could run away.
Run away and breathe,
Breathe in the fresh air-
Air, cool and rejuvenating.
Away from all that's mundane,
Mundane, routine and suffocating.
Suffocating, yet drawing me in,
Into duties, into responsibilities,
Responsibilities, where I drown myself.
There's no place I can escape to.
Escaping my fate is no easy task.
It's easier to dream, to disappear-
Disappear into another world,
A world that isn't, but could have been mine.
And so, I close my eyes and breathe,
Breathe in what little freedom I can find,
Find in the stillness and unrest within,
Unrest, that tells me I must return,
Return to myself, one breath at a time.
