Pale autumn skies The Far Memories Future dreads yesterday hopes Do you remember yourself what my name was? I do not remember it any more, I want to hear you calling my name again Avoid far from here silence besides me the white walls the cold glass Look at me, I am still the one of a time, except I have buried the ambition to survive. You know I am cumbersome, but I can also be fairly present Why do you not look at me any more with a lot of admiration as once? Have you never seen to burn a tree? Have you never heard him to shout of pain? Have you never lost a war? It is a tragedy. But everything is far from me, because I have buried the feeling and have married the nihilism. I do not think any more on the problems, I limit to look and not judge. I am not a cynic, I am only living in serenity