A house is where I find myself in Any place is great for amazing masker A house is where I fit myself in Anything can work for an adapter
Long way from home I have always been No sorrow, no remorse, just emptiness Long days and nights it has always been Not sad or mad, but no happiness
Never realized the hole inside of me Been trying to live my days to the fullest Now realized how depressing things be None of the work I did actually worth it
Be it I'm done from the rushed life Back home to where I can breathe Walking slower and having long drive Back home to where heart can beat
A Farm near Duivendrecht, here I am Standing alone amongst the nature The sight of gigantic, green grassland Where I left behind, before I was mature
To the days I forgot to appreciate To the windblows I forgot to soak in To the times I forgot to lie aback laid To the work I did to forget my pacing
Now at home where I forgot to miss Now at home where the real heart is
Prompt: Farm near Duivendrecht (c. 1966, oil on canvas) by Piet Mondrian
Other than Thai, French, and English words, I also use Daily Art as my prompt. It was fun.