every day i run a path,
the path is always the same.
today i crossed paths with a boy,
his clothes were very dirty.
he said hello, in a language we knew,
and i said hello --
but in english.
he scratched his bum.
i picked my nose.
and all the while a big white cow
cried frantically for her child.
tadpoles seethed in an evaporating puddle,
and storm clouds gathered in the west.
i guess i was wrong,
it's not always the same.
but i can never beat 25 minutes.