Blackie

I wish I can punch
I wish I can punch so hard in this wall that it explodes
And behind, the past

The dog lays down and in its eyes, The World
The dad looks so young, no seat for the hero
The mom is so happy, hide and seek and smile
The boy is naive, believes the plane set him free

The palms dance, and the sun rises
The dog lays down
And in its eyes
The World

Reality, since when you are here ?