Going back home I’m passing the same streets, the same people in rush. Why is it always the same? I wonder what they would say if ask if they’re happy with their lifes. If they had an opportunity to run away, would they? If they could leave everything, and take off anywhere else, would they be brave enough to do it?
I would. I feel no connection with this place and those people. I wouldn’t hesitate for a minute. I feel I have to change something.