So I wonder if I’m running away
It’s something I’ve always dreamed of doing
But is this risk worth taking?
A daring leap of faith?
If that falls through
The cracks in the floor
I know where I’ll be
But is it something I should hope for?
Because what if this door is closed too?
What if I’m making the wrong decision?
Running away
With nothing to run to
Ah, the not knowing, which decision, right or wrong, … It’s the living with yourself afterwards, the wishing to turn back the clock, … I ran, but had to return, … Strange how I forget the reason for running, only the relief of stopping…