It isn't just a question

Where?

Today i woke up

and thought 

where do my heart

belong?

What is important

what is real

is this all

what we can feel?

Our thought

Our memories

can they fade away

from me?

Where are these days

When we knew

that we can rely our

worries to others and their ways?

Where are these days,

your hand in mine

my heart ran fast

but i felt fine

Where are these days

and where are we?
Did we forget

what we wanted to be?