Gray skies move endlessly overhead
The wind is listless, like a lost child
The raindrops are its tears
The patter its footsteps
The lonely howl its voice
Alone in the silence of this world
No one goes out to play
On dreary days like this
Earth's child shut outside
Beyond locked doors
Forgotten
Is this what remains of memory?
The empty streets of friends long since gone
Memory touched by reality and the passage of time
Only now realized?
The child inside
Mimics his lonely friend
Too young to comprehend its mournful song
Earth's child wanders on
Through the tatters of the ages
Alone in the silence of this world
- Bryan Lin, August 2, 2004