Sorry, do not count on me
I retreat for a while
in a silence wagon, but

I'm still coming along. Sometimes
there are noisy people blowing inside
Nothing to do about it

If they just shut their mouths
they might think -
that their lives very well may slow down

if they want, if they live
like they want life to be
for their children

Where is this train going?
The birds do not know
they see what we eat

and they don't understand:
we eat trees and mountains
metals, we spit them around

we eat what we think

that is empty, the night as well
but still we are hungry -
for attention and beauty