funny song on a late night

Slave to the wage - by Placebo

Run away from all your boredom
Run away from all your whoredom and wave
Your worries and cares
Goodbye

All it takes is one decision
A lot of guts, a little vision to wave
Your worries and cares
Goodbye

Its a maze for rats to try
Its a maze for rats to try
Its a race, a race for rats
A race for rats to die

...
Burn away
Run away, run away
Run away, run away
Run away, run away
Run away, run away

I write these lyrics because I tend to run away, run away from my boredom, but also from the storm going on in my head, which is faster and faster and heavier.
a lot of pressure, fear, questions, answers, are they the right ones or the wrong ones, no conclusions, no convictions, just chaos , like a brownian movement.
but even if i am afraid it feels alive...it feels damn alive
and there still is a fear - a fear of not being right,
but, as a dear friend shared with me last night (one of most famous Roosevelt's quotes):

Only Thing We Have to Fear Is Fear Itself

so i begin taking decisions.what decisions? I'll let you know when I know.