Sometimes we all want to run away and never look back.
You just want to pack up all of your belongings and go to a place where you can be happy.
Sometimes that's all we need is to plan a perfect getaway.
Just to get in your car and drive away as far as you can.
Sometimes all you need is a breath of fresh air.
A chance to see diffrent places, new sights and to mingle with new faces.
A place where you can feel comfortable, relax and calm.
Somewhere far far away.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I like what you are saying here, and the way you put it, for we all are just 'passers-thru' on our way to God knows where, and it is there that we long to go to, and long to be.