The world spins round, a dizzying blur,
A constant hum, a jarring stir.
I long to fade, to simply cease,
To find a haven, find some peace.
The endless chatter, the endless strife,
Wear down my spirit, drain my life.
I crave a silence, deep and wide,
Where I can hide, where I can hide.
The weight of worries, burdens untold,
Grow heavy, fierce, and cold.
I yearn to vanish, start anew,
To shed this skin, to break through.
Perhaps a mountain, high and vast,
Or ocean depths, where dreams are cast.
A distant isle, where time stands still,
Or a quiet forest, on a tranquil hill.
I search for solace, for a place to mend,
To leave behind the world, and find my end.
To disappear, to be unseen,
To find a refuge, a peaceful scene.
