Not all those who wander are lost.
Some of us, the impetuous ones, don't have a definite path.
We live life, breathing it in.
Meander through the memories and laugh at the misery.

A few of us tend to enjoy that joint while it lasts.

Sure, it sucks for most part of it.
But, there are fleeting moments of solace.
And in these moments we realise why we're still part of the game.

Tell me something though, how do I escape ?