Loosing questions

The place is just the same.

The empty room crushes my view,

strikes in deeper feelings – there no such place like home.

I’m not alone, but there is no one with me also.

Sitting there, we met each other, with another face,

looking at the same thing, we thought.

The bread we could eat was less important than it’s own way.

That is why we came from this long distance,

through this pale-eyed direction.

Not knowing where to go,

this was exactly what I’ve intended to find

Freedom states it’s loosing questions