When I wondered about a question on a gloomy morning,
A magical blue pond full of jumping fishes appeared in my backyard,
I plunged in and ancient tracks of frozen tires showed me the way…
To an empty truck that found its play,
To a blue park yet to be filled,
To a bridge yet to be crossed,
To my tightly knitted neighbors whom I’ve never seen.

When I wondered about a question on a gloomy morning,

A magical blue pond full of jumping fishes appeared in my backyard,

I plunged in and ancient tracks of frozen tires showed me the way

To an empty truck that found its play,

To a blue park yet to be filled,

To a bridge yet to be crossed,

To my tightly knitted neighbors whom I’ve never seen.