The sound of your walk

Another day,

a new time,

looking up in the sky,

walking freely.

Thinking out,

thinking new,

in the fall false youth.

I'm walking with you,

you won't say so,

but somewhere here I am.

I don't know you,

you don't know me too,

but today we met,

and you were sad,

not crying,

just sad.

I don't know what made you,

nor I know how to help,

I'll just walk near by,

listening to the sound,

of your feet,

touching the ground.

You may seem lost,

but remember that,

only going trought the fog,

you can come out and see,

the landscape that for so long,

was hidden to your eyes.