I am awake
And the world is cold
I want to go back to sleep
Not to grow old
For their eyes look
They do not see
Their ears hear
They do not listen
I am hardly here
To them I am just passing
I want to believe I matter
Like as a child
When it was only I
Inside the warm womb
But now I see the world
And they dont see me back
I want to slow down
But they are all moving so fast
A blur
A grain
A speck
A passing
What is it even that I am asking.

E.S.