My friends perceived it as night.
Away from me, they all went to hide.
Alone, I’m walking in the dark,
and hear the dogs bark.
I look back and see no friend.
And I feel like my life will come to an end.
The pain is making noise.
And my brain says, ‘I’m being paranoid.
I try to run away from the dogs.
But still, I don’t see my boys.
Friends only come where there is gold.
And they leave it is not gold but a stone.
It’s raining, and I still don’t see my boys.
I only hear the frogs.
Frogs are my friends,
I love their songs.
Yolk that advises me is frogs.
Unlike my boys:
When the dice rolls,
They’re all gone.