I’m foolish to cry
I tell myself,
as the day continues
its breath of light
on the account of my hiding from the world
foolish to have cried
at the sudden touch of your light
as if I had waited to hide, exactly there
my own clouds collected in a hug
I know, you can carry them
it’s silly to imagine you
through the cities where I’ve just wished you would lose me
as if it’s something good for my tears
because it is certainly not for our souls
it’s utterly pointless that above me
hangs all the nothingness in the world
the one I don’t want to be kind to
while the only thing inside me coloring my world
is hidden within me
(The Rolling Stones – Fool to cry)