Hello!

Passing months, and all the passing days...
Far far away... they all go by...
But, do you have
No time to say “Hello!”?

Riding alone...
Gliding unseen, though the rusty roads...
Blowing winds, beating me...
‘Coz you’re not here to hide behind...
But, do you have
No time to say “Hello!”?

Singing rains, shatters though the glass...
And brings the chill, that flutters the heart...
How far away, your warmth has gone...
But still, do you have
No time to say “Hello!”?

Burning the heat within, silence runs onto the mill...
Lost in work, too far away to watch the behind...
Perturbed, but should we disturb?
Only hopes, will they catch your eye...
And still, do you have
No time to say “Hello!”?

[An attempt at weaving a song]