Petite maison de campagne

I tend to forget much of yesterday
Sometimes I wonder whether that was even me
Now was it?
I wonder if I can ever be defined
With my everchanging nature
And my continual transformations

Perhaps never, will I be fully understood much
Quite like Lara, in Tomb Raider
Though I believe in ease

Pondering to move to a little white mountain hub
Ma petite maison de campagne
Where I do paint, poetry, and music

And sips
And summer breezes
Invite our friends, but mostly you
The fun we have 
The things we make

And I hope after many years I could honestly say you so very much do see me for who I really am 

Bcs you never asked me bugger stuff
Never held me responsible, nor spoke false assumptions
And thus I never felt a need to run for the hills

Perhaps that could be
Since it was there where you found me