
The days get shorter and nights longer I sit and sit and think, There comes no sight That hints on a solution, I stare at the sky without a blink.

The more and more I say it loud, I find in the sky, One more cloud… Weeping like a confused baby in the street; I quit thinking And promise not to do it again And then silently I sit.
On the sea-shore, Everyone is confused like me: The moon, the tide, the star fish and the wind; I chuck another pebble into the sea, And stand up, to go home; Thinking again… That I have changed my mind.
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