The grass on the floor under me
It is getting brown and disappearing
Oh, sun, why did you stay here with me
While everybody else just went away?
The brown grass
As if you could call it grass
Dead and gone, as if it has never been
But there is no one to see it
Just me looking at my own shoes
Where to go? Why to go?
My shoe laces are untied
If I move I’ll fall
Or can I just tie them?
Why change? Let it be, it’s better
Silence around me
Where am I?
What do I want?