Why do I want this move?
Like everyone else wants to assume,
Is it just me escaping?
Then, why does it feel so right?
When did escaping feel so right?
Never, no?
I know I need it.
I love what I have,
But I’m afraid what I have,
As always,
Loves me not...
Not in the way I want it to,
At least!
Cravings for a new beginning,
Just when the world is celebrating ends,
Is something that should be allowed?
For someone like me, for sure...
Else, hope might just dry out.
I’m doing the right thing.
I think so. ... ? ... !