Sometimes I wonder what it feels like,
To grow with the world.
To know home and have shared it for life.

I wonder, how we can feel as if everything is the same.
How we know four walls and nothing beyond.

I wonder what it feels like to stay.

I wonder why I am who I am.
And I know life is so much in the shaping,
And we carve so much, yet so little of it.

I wonder how it feels like to stand,
And know the earth won’t shift,
Thé skies won’t change,
And the people will keep smiling.

Choice.
Perpective.
Familiarity.

Relevance.

And I wonder if it is I who is blind.

22.11.2021