Things that are different
Things maybe wrong
Images out of place
Memories that are gone
Places out of time
Places out of space
People with no money
People with no race.

Me alone here,
Sitting in my chair
Looking at that painting
Looking far and near
Trying to look closer
Trying to comprehend
Maybe trying to be him
Maybe scared to be the same.

Looking outside the window
Looking inside my mind
Running from the cold
Terrified from things I find
Who are those people walking with no face?
Who are those people, who after me chase?
Give me water! Give me air!
All I know is where is home
Where are my love ones,
And who the hell cares?