Perception
Sometimes things become blurry. Happy people upstairs: Singing, drinking, living for the moment. I long for being that right now. Nevertheless I rather sit on my chair: The door is closed; music - hopefully it helps being on my own. Sitting in my room. Something to say - it just wants to come out, so I rather let it:
And all you see, is where else you could be, when you’re at home.
One question remains: Where is home?
