No one hears. No one calls.
No one knows and no one meets.
No one. All skin and bones.
No one will see and notice seeds.
No one at all. Once you look around,
You don't see your own aim,
You put yourself to nasty shout,
Replacing dreams on useless shame.
You'll look around, you will see
How many things you named "No one".
But they are just the way indeed
Your own soul grew up in doubt.
19.10.2023
