Can one know what the middle feels like
Can one ever know what is just right
To not be too much and make all the mess
To be just enough and not a thing less

Can one know where to end the flow
Can one ever wake up and know
To not drag out way too far and long
To not shorten it and make all go wrong

Can one know when to stop feeling
Can one ever realize if it is teeming
To not let love overflow from heart
To not be empty that it's ripped apart

Can one know what they are doing
To not let life go in time a-flying

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

First time I met her, dimmed and dull my day was
Cool and cold she'd been, so scary I needed a pause
For some reasons to me, she's intimidating
All went on for some time, until we started talking

Minutes to hours, to days, to months
All of the sudden, I realized it all at once
An existence of hers, my day scintillated
Every tomorrow from now on are days anticipated.