Meandering along the colorful road,
I sniff the scent of rosemary leaves
Drifting through the breeze to meet me.
How did you guess that number?
The cook asks you with a puzzled look
On his face. I picked it by random.
Let’s all settle down to a cup of tea
And a warm hearth at our feet.
The clock strikes a heavy blow
To the curfew of many little ones
And those that are only little inside.
Cover my trail with burning incense,
So no one can follow behind me.
I fight off sleep so frantically,
As I doze into a puddle beside the street.
A bite of biscuit clings to my teeth
As I sing a melody out of sync.
Only cocoons hang in between.
So something beautiful awaits
To be born again on a mountainside.
Stumbling along the sidewalk 