Escapade

Sometimes there just a rush within me...
And it makes me feels like running away,
from all that surrounds me,
to a place that no one knows me,
and no one would care of what I do.

Sometimes the stress we have in our life,
is just too much for us to bear,
as it suffocates us,
trying to let us acknowledge it existence...
Oh Stress... Why do thy sting?

What is our true purpose of us?
What are we born for?
What good are we, in this world?
Is there sense in what we are doing now?
The questions remain...

Sometimes, I just want to escape,
escape from responsibility, burden, stress, everything.
Yet when alone, thoughts come...
and haunt me again,
"Why... am I here?"