My mind has travelled around the world
But my body has never left home
I have memories of places I’ve never been
but somehow I prefer to look at beautiful landscapes on a dirty screen
There are so many things I want to do
but I miss the courage to pack my suitcase and leave to look for something new
To take that damn flight and never look back
To actually do something with my life, instead of waiting for another panic attack
What’s the point to start a new chapter of my life
If in the end I won’t survive?
Why can’t I stay in this limbo forever?
Why should I hurry to answer questions I can’t even remember?
Why can’t I hibernate
Just lowering my heart rate
To finally become a part of this environment I like so much
A place where there’s nobody to judge
I wish I didn’t have to bare
the weight of my own existence
I wish I didn’t have to be afraid
to stay
and get old
in my own company