Not a single cloud in the sky
Only fiery miles away sun
And birds that can never stop
Themselves from flying
Or wanting to sing
My thoughts are the ones
Of an old wrinkled man
The one who is no more
In this world
Only perceives the time
Needing some space not to be
Questioned
To be left alone
Watching the setting sun
Or only to sit with closed eyes
Feeling all the fallen pasts
If only the world could wear silence
Though it seems as heavy burden
For life is no silent task to endure
Even when there is nothing living at all
And there is no one to hear the storm
Sounds of thunder reincarnate
The will to live as it stubbornly calls
For attention

*But gets none