I was here..

I don't think that much
I just feel the irony in being here
I don't deduct a lot of grieve
I just add the hours of light to being me.

I don't create my surroundings
I just except the illusive dimensions that are
I don't beg for love and compassion
I just offer my heart-unlocking key.

I don't shout so loud
I just whisper convinced I'm not noticed anyway
I don't watch that far ahead
I just see my footsteps fading away in history.