In a playground a child calls his mother's name
so that she sees how high he can swing himself
and he stretches his legs up high in the sky
until a shoe flies off and then lands
on a car parked on the sidewalk.
On its windshield, a writing that says "pig",
and its metallic brown, smooth like your hair,
just like you, doesn't hide its true age
No matter what I'm thinking right now,
I always end up thinking about you
The german mother rushes forward clearly panicking
and doesn't see a child's leg in the sand.
She trips and falls - the leg owner laughs,
he has a strawberry ice cream in his right hand
which is alarmingly hanging from its cone
and thoughtlessly dripping all over the haute couture
on his caring parent's pride's body
and ends up on the dirt, just like I end up to you
No matter what I'm thinking right now,
I always end up thinking about you
Why is momma bleeding from the nose?
Why is her child as dumb as he's small?
Is a metallic brown car allowed to park there?
And why can't I be happy without you?
How many strawberry ice creams must a man eat
before he finally says "I agree
with refraining from the bad actions of the leg owner."?
And will I ever be allowed back to you?
No matter what I'm thinking right now,
I always end up thinking about you