It is flooded with thrills
Sweet laughters fill
Riding up, riding down
Swinging, side to side
Smiling, eat to ear
Hopping around, running
no end
Flying without wings
Driving the biggest truck in town
Catching thieves, shooting birds
Wander in wonderland
Fighting with Peter Pan
I thought I saw her
trying to bake cookies with leaves
Jane owns the beautiful castle
and gabbles happily
sounded better than my cookies.
But I can't make friends with sands
They don't hold themselves for me
Joanne can climb the fastest
Michelle, ran the swiftest
Rachel, prettiest
Me, loudest, what?...
Loudest?
No, i am quiet
but sigh the loudest
Why
I don't have anything that stands out
I can't spell "excel"
I can't surpass my second-rate cells
why
(sigh)
I don't even have funny jokes to tell
She sat at the side and thoughts
run around in circles
Time's up
at the sound of daddy's scooter
She hops on, as usual
Head home
You should have seen the other kids' faces
How they longed to have a dad
that has a scooter and time too
Maybe there's a lesson to be learnt for everyone
hmm, don't know, I am not sure
But I've tasted the best cookies
it's baked with leaves
1 comment:
scene of a playground with kids that know each other.
flying, catch thieves, shoot birds - are all games.
i thought i saw her baking cookies with leaves - is the insecure girl i noticed while i was watching them play at the playground.
after that is the girl's monologue.
ai ya, i made the last two paragraphs too direct, not nice..
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