Run Away

I have had it all my life, This desire to run away. It's like I can't handle stability, Or crave adventure, Excitement of some form. Even when I was little I used to consider it, But I wasn't brave enough back then. I'm not even brave enough now. I ran away to University in the end, The perfect escape. Then, when I was grown, I really did run away, From everything, To Australia. It was the first time I was ever truly at peace. There is one person in this world, I would never run away from. Ironically, it was he who ran away instead. To Australia. Though I know he's not at peace, Not really. And he won't talk to me about it. Meanwhile here I am leading a stable life, That perfect thing. When all I truly want, Is just to run away.