I am really old to the point where
just one simple touch will break me.
I am unable to do anything,
so I wait until my end comes.

All alone in this room, I stare
endlessly outside my window.
I wait, in hope that someone will notice me,
and help me become something I can’t become by myself.

I have lost all presence in this world,
no more opportunity to do anything.
The only thing I am now are the remains of
the once living, but other than that,
I am nothing.

Everyday I see the sun set and rise,
I count the infinite amount of footsteps
outside my eternal prison.
I just wish I can be something,
just one more time is all I ask for.