song: “runaway”

why do we always have something to runaway to? our work, our home, music, significant others? why can't we stand our own lives? what's the point of dreaming, hoping, and fantasizing, if we never have the intention to leave our bullshit lives and do what we want to do? eat, sleep, drink, sex, party, work, rest die. WE boast our freedom, but is it really ours if we've never touched it.....