A mouth full of labels, a mind full of curiosity,
riding through a fictitious place of indigence.
I wonder how they live, with those ever barking dogs,
those semi-burnt bamboos and unwanted visitors.
A life full of sweat, hunger and arsenic;
they’ll never know when it’s time, maybe its better!
They look at me in a gaze, a look that befuddles me.
Its my time to cogitate, whether to stop or to proceed,
there is a setting sun at the end, a rising one within.
Children aren’t distracted, they never are,
for they’re destined to be happy, in rain or in wipeout.
The road ends to a road, a simpler one in fact,
where there are no rocks to climb on, nor trip off.