Wave, child
Wave to the sky.

In curious laughter, you lie on
Rely on the concrete, the
Concrete sidewalk of real
Our changed counterpart to
The wallowing rythm of life.

Compassion for the little depression
A constant play of
Antagonists.

Confusion caused by Confucius,
The obvious self-pity and then,
Instead of an ending,
You Enjoy Myself.