Feeling like worthy of nothing,
willing for no wonder in life,
a shine of blue sky unveiled in the noon,
the shine that makes me restless,
to do one thing that I cannot do,
neither could you, neither could anyone,
the will to touch and feel the sky,
a sky that does exist but it doesn't,
this feeling of shine that the sky exists
makes no one feels gloomy but me,
by my native atoms, the atoms that are restless,
they are in me but they aren't mine,
they just feed on me, they just live in me,
but they work for others, for you,
and will remain restless until they get you,
but this is not going to happen,
this will keep on going forever, never ending process,
endless chain of my thoughts making me restless,
there is no word that can save it,
because the will is just illusion,
an illusion of the will,
the will to touch the sky,
a sky that does exist but it doesn't,
believe me it doesn't.
