Au Fil Des Nuits Et Des Journées

People and places go by
And like you, let themselves go
To age more or less docile
Over the nights and days

From those days where you're bored
Where you feel discouraged
Nights without desires
Days without wishes
Where nothing can happen anymore

Should someone take your hand?
Should someone come?

Someone who makes you look
At what you no longer know how to see
Someone who makes you listen
To what you no longer know how to hear
But no one wants to come

And you age without expecting anything
Over the nights and days
That you no longer try to understand.