Later on, in the house of my daydream, we can perform this play. When the grass grows warm as well as the conversations we see play in the mouths of children. What do they all speak of? Is it pretend like the old days or have we been living in the real world? No, I don’t think so, no.
Don’t leave my daydream show.
Don’t worry about when my father returns.
Although he may be drunk
my head was in a box
with a static TV screen
and red masterlock