I dreamt of this for as long as I remember
But lately it doesn’t feel like a dream anymore
I get overwhelmed easily; a strong urge consumes me
An urge to escape, yet again,
and I ask myself, how many miles will I run until I find a home again?
How long until I want to run away again?
I convince myself to stay
but every day, I feel as if I’m drowning
in absolute nothingness
I don’t want to go back home
I don’t want to stay
Instead, I want to float in-between,
and see where I end up.