Listen to the wind,

I stand alone here in my mountain top,

all alone to be here and nowhere to go.

Why then I cannot hear anyone telling me the things I wanted to hear,

only the things I dont want to hear.

. only those voices in the wind traveling to me.

. . only hallucinations of the past I see.

. . . only you telling me "I miss you":

is the only thing I wanted and needed to hear from you.

Sure I am not that important,

then why do I not feel so relevant to you.

I shall speak into air and the tell the wind to carry whatever you want to hear,

only the need of the wants,

and of wanting of needing has to be heard only by you.