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.
