He can't pass through the tunnel -
a boy is blocking him -
So he pulls out the only tool he's
developed to deal with the situation:
He taps his foot,
Strums his chest,
Sings "bom bom bom-bom-bom."
He tries again - the boy doesn't budge,
even pinches him.
He just backs away
And taps his foot,
absent of anger.
He waits, my little budda, because
life is this very moment.
He doesn't yet anticipate
Or suffer with the sense of loss.
there's a song that can be played.