I threw so many rocks into the water,
I would look for that second chance,
for the chance to make them bounce multiple times,
and then to look at the waves expanding in BIGger circles.
In great joy, believing that I could make all things work, I would flatter.
Was I then thinking about growing?
I used to get my hands covered with mud,
my industrial constructions were not just there for a glance,
and my heavy-duty Tonka truck never got stuck in all those climbs.
I would look at my roads, buildings, big piles of sand...
...then when "bored", my fellow Yellow was there as my best bud.
Was I then thinking about growing?
