And one more time,
right doesn't seems to be right
and left doesn't seems to be left, but also not right.
Thoughts spinning my head, keeping me busy,
while I can feel hate growing close to me.
Why at a crossroad of life my navi ain't working.
Why isn't there a voice of an old grey man with a beart
telling me to go right and everything will be fine.
For sure as soon as I will go right I will find myself
inside a deadend street.
Maybe I should just go straight but will it change a thing.
Not going will not change a thing.
If going forward means to hurt somebody while staying is
doing the same, what is the solution?
And life in common, where will it guide me?
Annother place, annother adventure, something new.
A life like a blanket of new impressions, unsecure. (Italy)
Or once back to an old place where the security is
waiting to cover a tired person with the blanket of
peace. (Germany)
What blanket would you choose in my shoes?
I`m freezing.
