overwhelmed

During days like this...
when everything is just so overwhelmed,
It is the day I wish to pack my stuff
and disappear...

Where nobody can find me,
where nobody can instruct me,
where nobody knows me...

Perhaps...
this is the very reason I keep on wanting to run,
to be in a foreign place,
Where I am a foreigner,
& everyone else too.

Feeling really hollow here,
everyday chasing after illusion,
illusions created by mankind,
an illusion that gives hope,
hoping it will provide:
freedom, happiness, love...

But when the days end,
How sure of you that
you have grasp:
freedom, happiness, love...
& How sure of you that
you can carry it to your grave?

I am simply overwhelmed...