Escape

You are here, but want to be there. So then you go there, and realize that there isn't at all where you ought to be. So you leave the here and there, and go elsewhere. An indistinguishable, but ever so familiar, no-where-else-where. But then this nowhere loses it's appeal and you find a distant somewhere. An anywhere but here but no where near there, somewhere. A somewhere, out there. So you keep running and running and running from all the here's and the where's and the there's but it all looks the same. You still feel the same.