If I had my way, I’d pack my bags and never look back twice
Life can’t be constantly running
The friction wearing down my soul
I must find solace
I must find escape
I must find peace
I must find my way

I am so tired if the turmoil within
The constant struggle
The raging storm
The never ending tug of war
Does the journey end or isn’t a journey?
I would have my rest
But perhaps there is none
No stopping
No slowing
Keep running
Keep going


I will carry on
Continue with the life I live
Perpetually in motion
Hoping for a moment’s reprieve from the chaos within and without
It may have to be enough
That I am not alone
That there are others like me
Knowing the same trials I have known