Thoughts run fast around
actions pass by
These instances of others
remain at a distance so far

Where is my home
where are the thoughts
the actions
near to me

I move through this world
and walk through these days
I look at what’s close
and feel here the distance

These so close things
remain so far away
I can touch
and never reach them

I seek my place
I long to breath safe
I struggle through this not home
through this distance that surrounds

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