Like a child I look at the world
I don't know what it is
I don't know for whom it was mold
But I am here
Alone or maybe
I am holding my brother's hand
I am here to stay
To give a name
To all the good and evil things
Not talking, not wasting words
But listening to the stream of the world.
When I will go
My tracks will be vanished
My thoughts washed away by the rain
But now I'm here
…I am
