The Sound of Silence

Daddy finally built a fifth wall
right in front of my left window.
Why do I call the window “left”
when it is the only one?
I guess I like to pretend that I hear the sound of silence,
just like every kid on the block pretends that it lives
a life from a dream.

I tried to hug my dad many times.
Today it was six thousand and seventh.
It seems that he neglects my arms
when they open towards him.
It seems that I forgot who I am
for six thousand and seventh time,
but daddy, don’t worry, I will reach my final destination;
I will hear what the silence sounds like.

Kids with a yellow ball
are the worst kind of enemies.

With whom am I going to scream
when I’m too old for a grave?

I guess that I can pick from boys on the street.
It seems that I finally hear the sound of silence.