Why bullshit yourself?

So many talk of letting go of all
Running away to a far off land
Never to return

Their idea of a blissfully simple life free from struggle
Free from responsibility
Alas they’re nothing more than the words of the scared

You can run
You can leave it all behind if you’re strong enough
You won’t though

Otherwise you’d have already slipped away in to the night unnoticed

The lies, stories and things we tell ourselves are nothing more than comforting escapism.