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i'm scared.
worried i won't make it
or i won't get far.
breathing is the best thing i've done
for my tired, lonesome heart.
if i could drop what i was doing now
and leave it all, believe me, i would.
ditching school to travel, i don't think i should.
there's so much stress when it's dull
and much preparation involved to figure it out.
i want to run to freedom and avoid the crowd
this life isn't as fun as i thought it'd be
taking orders, following schedules, and losing sleep
is the only way i will really be free.
why isn't there another way?
why can't we be born with riches
and discover our passions by running?
and running.
and running.
'til there is no end and no more riches.
but we will be fully happy where we're at.
we'll all die poor.
we can all say we lived.
we found ourselves.
no more taking orders
following schedules
losing sleep...
but it isn't like that.
it never will be.
and that's what scares me.