Shed

Daydreams about driving far away from my home,

Fantasies about taking off from this life.

Craving raw sunsets and beaches I’ve never seen,

Waterfalls for magicians and those purple

Mountains majesty I’ve yet to succumb to.

Perhaps I am insatiable or just plain fickle,

Unable to find solace in the world around me.

Powerless to the magic right in front of me,

I would rather search for happiness in a moving car,

A flying plane, a train, a bus, anything to leave.

Do we all have that urge to get up and run,

Shedding away our skin, abandoning our identity.

To shed away our misfortunes and milestones,

To find peace in a distance from your hometown.

To not say goodbye to a soul, to not worry at all,

Is it some sort of primal instinct we never escaped?