Jedynka

Every morning, when he awakes 
Rubs eyes and already knows that the day will be the same as always 
So he goes out on the street, forget, he must forget 
After all nobody want call him loud, ever 
And nobody's voice he want find, this what he is waiting for all his life, 
But to everybody who he's passes, looks deeply into eyes and cannot read answers of impression 
if everybody knows that he's lonely, lonely. 
Can he ask himself