I have been there before, more than once an afternoon
I have been there looking for more, little more of me
Maybe little more of you too
I have been to that place where lives switch roads…

T0 the unknown forest of its own, near a silent river in my soul…
And perfectly shaped sunset, on a red sky covering my hole…
You know this empty well inside me,
Get filled by the touch of this wind…
The wind I find no where else but here,
That place… I have been before….
Searching for more…

Now I know I have been there for a reason…
but not what I found was what I longed for…
Neither did you ask for more….
Nor did I offer you my all…