There's an escape. You can't see, feel it, hear the air flowing through it, you can't smell or taste the free air. There's an escape. You can't understand it and maybe you choose not to, but it's there... it exists. There's an escape. It doesn't have to have finality because finality isn't freedom, it's just over. There's an escape. It could be above, at either side or below, but it's there... it's waiting for you. There's an escape. I can't tell you when or if you'll find it and I can't promise it would be soon, I promise nothing but it's existence.

There is an escape. Please let me find it before finality wins over freedom.