Run.

What happens when the end meets yourself?
I mean, the end of a phase, not of everything
This feels too hard and I don't think there is enough time
Looking back, there are so many things I whish I had done,
I wish I had not...
Though it is really too late for such thoughts.
Life managed to bring us all together,
And somehow it will bring us apart.
The things future holds, are so unknown,
So freightening...
I can speak for myself, I always do so.
I have no idea what to do next.
Wish I could finaly do everything I have ever wanted,
Wish I could give up on the unecessary and just breath.
But life is way too smart,
No success comes if you don't give up on some.
And once again my sacrifices will have to prove themselves worth it.
I can say I got lucky the first time,
And as another shift aproaches, there's fear, I can not lie.
Hope serves those not good enough.
My hope is to keep living, not less, not more.
I need to find myself again,
I need to start running from everything.
A new oasis awaits.
-x-