When no answer is more meaningful
than any reaction could have been.
When all this time I wasted seems so cruel
I'm out of tears and out of fuel.

I want to go away, take a cab to a station
to find a plane to travel to a distant land.
I could see myself sitting, for hours, just like I did before
but now reviewing, instead of hoping.

When the grass is not green at all
on this side, I don't care and lie down.
I feel so small, this one stalk is too
but all around the world they're bigger.

The dream is gone, the winds have stopped blowing,
everything is frozen, immobilized, like me
the minute before I realized
and the minute after
she was
gone