Certainly I gather color in a while.   Mommy smiles at you and you look at the ground.   To change subject I say that those whispering wires above us    Are annoying and our cars would be better than trains, to go there.    Tiny horses, a girl that you'd like, an empty seat in front of me,   And your head on my thighs... I rub my hands, from the end to the top, I write on the pane a short message: "I'm good"   And opened the book to go faster away. Certainly I'm leaving the noise of the whispering wires, that's annoying, So I'm good and I thrive while my mommy is threading her way through the crowd. You're aside with a song in your eyes: "I always cried at endings".   Together we smile.