Pale autumn skies The Far Memories
Future dreads yesterday hopes
Do you remember yourself what my name was? I do not remember it any more,
I want to hear you calling my name again
Avoid far from here silence besides me the white walls the cold glass
Look at me, I am still the one of a time, except I have buried the ambition to survive.
You know I am cumbersome, but I can also be fairly present
Why do you not look at me any more with a lot of admiration as once?
Have you never seen to burn a tree? Have you never heard him to shout of pain?
Have you never lost a war? It is a tragedy. But everything is far from me,
because I have buried the feeling and have married the nihilism.
I do not think any more on the problems, I limit to look and not judge. I am not a cynic,
I am only living in serenity