Under, Stood.

Here i am again,

again in the middle of nowhere.

Looking for true. 

I left it all behind,

all but wine and blues.

I feel pushed, all this pushes me.

Ice cold wind cuts my skin, 

why breaks mine and no his. 

Can't we do or we don't want to?

Meanwhile i won't look. 

I have come back home to pack all i have got.

My goods, for good I have left.

Now i am standing still, 

in the street through the night.

Having nothing, just some bad dreams. 

I see, 

they seem afraid to look, it is true. 

Can't we do or don't we want to?

Meanwhile they won't look.

Have you ever felt at some point in life

all surrounded,

but having nothing?

I feel now ashamed of how i turned my face.

How not looking, 

meant not doing, meant that i was, 

meanwhile thinking of you.

Thinking for me, 

not for you. 

Cant't we do, or we don't want to?

Meanwhile, i choose to be looked.