The place is just the same.
The empty room that crushes my view,
strikes in deeper feelings – there no such place like home.
I’m not alone, but there’s no one with me as well.
Sitting there we met each other with another face,
looking the same thing, we thought.
The bread we could eat is less important than its own way.
That’s why I came from this long distance,
through this pale eyed direction.
Not knowing where to go,
this was exactly what I’ve intended to find
Freedom states its loosing questions