FAR FROM THE SIGHT, CLOSE TO THE HEART

I feel lonely,
Yeah, I know I shouldn't but I feel.
Loneliness is involuntary, compulsive, quiet and dry.
Loneliness and lostness.
Feeling of having lost your connections, your routes, your north.

It is when you turn around and all you see are strange faces and places,
And you don't want to discover anymore, you just want to go home.
But where is home?
If what you came for is still far and where you came from is not something you want to comeback.

In the middle of the way.
You do what you suppose to do.
You wait what you suppose to wait.
You forget what is suppose to forget.
And nobody sees what you struggle to keep.

The vision of a dream came true holds you tight.
Sometimes is the only way you can still breath,
Even wondering like the wind, you mind and soul whisper the steps,
You walk blind following you heat beats but still don't see.