See what I see. Look what I've found.
I am not the only one searching for himself, waiting for something to come, walking to the further place who can go to.
I could sail if I needed to. I could fly far away and turn the world into blue, into patience, into calm.
But, at the end, I'll always find a place to rest, even at the mountains, even at the trains.
And here comes a though. The last one. The coming back home.