I am a child,
playing with its toy –
my toy:
a ball with eyes on it –
I roll it
and throw it at the wall –
I pat it
and throw it into the water –
perhaps in the end
my toy was broken –
but a toy
has never lasted so long –
perhaps in the end
I lost it in the grass –
I have forgotten,
what became of it in the end –
perhaps once
I’ll find it anyway –
my toy,
if it is still complete –