You’ve asked, wether in the woods or at the sea
I would like my house to be.
Today it’s two days ago,
but there’s no answer yet I could give.
Actually I’s asked you,
but it doesn’t leave my thoughts.
I remember ‚In the woods at a sea‘ was your respond.
So clear and bright, the picture you set into my mind immediately.
But when I think about, what my answer could be,
I’m not sure, ‚cause every single part would be missing in a vision without everything.
Or is it the house, that makes me wanna flee, back to the woods or back to the sea?
Why can‘ t I respond? Is it a call of freedom or a whisper of anxiety? Why can’t I choose between any of these?
How could you?