Running in Vain

Misty paths darkened the way, Better days, it seems are too far away. Want to escape, want to run away. But the ticking clock doesn't sway. The mist doesn't fade away. Running and running until my feet hurt But can they see? My pain remains hiding in the dust At one point after the pain, a question arises. Is running away a must? Aren't there more lanes without the misty gust? Want to go there but the people block the way. The very people whom I trust. No way back. My feet hurts, my mind is filled with cracks.