As I sit and watch the world go by, I dream of escape and of running away;
to a place where no one knows me, a place to be free.
I watch the people come and go, and think how great it would be to have no weight to hold you down, to flit around the world like a leaf caught in the wind.
But then I look back and realise just how sad I would be. I love this place too much, and everything and everyone that goes with it. As soon as I left, I’d be running back, holding on with all my might.
Perhaps we all need those dreams of escape, perhaps they’re part of what makes life great.