If only someone would call my name,
But no.
Instead, the ducks call to each other,
The lake calls to the duck,
The river calls to the lake,
And from the river is called muck.
If only someone were beside me on this bench,
But no.
Instead, The greedy birds stand side by side,
Rushing the child with the bread,
Near to a lady, looking on,
At the seagulls wings outspread.
I would like to enjoy my own company,
But no.
They say that solitude is nice,
But I'm lonely when I'm alone.
An insignificant piece of dust,
Gone when the wind has blown.