My feeling is my home
At the same time it is a hurricane
that takes away every evidence
and in the chaos I could not say
who and what has a chance
to survive this catastrophe.
Without a sound it sneaks into me
it can come with the weather
or a stranger passing by
sometimes, I believe, it gives me wings
but it never teaches me how to fly.
A feeling could be everywhere
because of that, it is hard to find
hard to catch and hard to chase
but always stirring up
a thousand worries on my mind