If We Could Shout, Would You Do the Same?

To go somewhere that's new, places that i never knew.
Breathing this different air, while having a heart that's so much in despair.
When does it end? I ask myself.
Running away, my legs carry me. But for how long, and where will it be?
The burden feels heavier as I take each step even though it was the same when it came.
Does the heart really have such a capcity to feel so deeply?
I am amazed to be true.
I wonder how many people had felt this before.
Or am I just an abnormal case?