Give me a hint, my princess
Don’t you have a dream?
Or just toil in hot sun
by the side of the road,
built for swanky cars to
speed by to distant hills.
I see a smile on your face,
perspiration trickling by.
Your hands slip a bit and
your mother smiles too
“that’s how you will learn,
making, correcting mistakes;
All your life, will go by;
Soon you will grow up
And work like me in
Hot sun, dumping sand
with your pretty hands
roughen like mine and
Your princess will be
helping you; you will be
reborn, again and again,
Endless cycle of births”
