there's a café right up from the street
that serves bagels and "new york style hot dogs"
and i stood there in awe, wondering
is this what the united states is...
pickles and sickly sweet doughnuts
and a&w root beer?
i have no idea what to believe
you can't believe your eyes
you can't believe your ears
your mouth moves so fast that
the words seemed blurred
like rain running in ropes down my window
it gets dark so quickly here;
it's not even one o'clock where you are.
what are you having for lunch?
what are you writing about today?
i get sad thinking about your letters
so many other people read them
and somehow it maks them better
knowing that people are trying to figure you out
like me.
i get you sometimes, big brother
but other times i'm just as lost as you are.