Run out to the jungle Sometimes it feels like

I want to run out to the jungle,
far away from this, that, and all,
away from the hustle and bustle and the pressure and the choking from the unreasonable expectation of the world, overwhelming, waiting and eating one from the inside,
when nothing seems to be working
and your way looks foggy and unclear
you don't know the place you want to be at, here or there and your life doesn't seem to be in control...
the only way out is an escape
to the forest...
and then things get back in focus everything Starts making sense
things aren't jumbled anymore,
then one realizes
shutting one's eyes
doesn't turn the rest of the world
dark.
It will be fine,
as it always does.