Mischievous sentiments

He’s running

Running on a time loop

Running in and out of windows

Running through the Vecindad

Tumbling around

Is there anything we can do to help this little one?

Is there any to get the dirt off his cheeks?

His freckles stay on his face,

His smile in his eyes

Replace

His running smile

From his heartache

Running words

He keeps running

But keeps coming back home

Where is this little boy’s home?

He sits down on the steps on the back of the apartments

A balero, he holds,

As he day dreams of all of the toys he will have one day

A stick, a tin can and a piece of string

The only toy he ever held in his hand,

But who will hold this cold boy in the lonely night?

We only know that once the cool dawn hits hotly on the streets of the city,

Laughter sparkles through the community

And dreams are whispered in tin cans and stolen

Windowsills.