You will arrive, can hardly wait
where are my savings,
must repeat the feeding plan,
porridge gets richer, but by what?
where is my list?
Often gone through, forgotten now,
my brains are on strike.
But when I look into your eyes,
I read, “you are nothing but a fool”.
will take a last sip from mother’s tit,
together we will step to future,
see what will be.