The one alone,
sitting in the corner,
imagining something better
for himself,
ask how old am I?
Give me an answer,
scream it if you have to
in a different tongue,
mouth wide open.
From where you linger,
to your shadow on the wall,
getting closer
to ignorance and resistance,
with no hesitation,
how far apart are we?
The open desire
for absence and numbness,
familiar similarities,
connecting us together,
even reaching wider and deeper,
this is never enough
for you.