November 30, 2008


Sometimes I want to run.
Screw everything and just have fun.

Sometimes I want to escape from reality.
Pick what I want to hear and see.

Sometimes I want to disappear.
Go anywhere but not here.

Instead, I find myself standing.
With the pieces of life I am mending.

Instead, I find myself struggling.
Trying hard to handle anything.

Telling myself, I have to fight it.
No need to refuse it.

No need to hide.
In this worldwide.

No need to runaway.
And worry my life away.

Why should I go?

Why should I avoid?

In fact,
I just can't.
We just can't.
People just can't.

That's why we face it.

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