Picnic in the park


We're gonna have a picnic in the park.

You, and me, and all the people we love.

We're gonna have ginger ale or temulawak or anything you like.

I will walk on the sidewalk and you will hold my hand.

We're gonna stop by the ice cream parlor and taste the rum raisin flavor.

You will see a decent house and dream we are the oma opa who had the tea.

I stop by at the window of pizza restaurant and pretend we order margerita.

You stop as well, and steal a kiss.












And this is what I mean about I like to dream big.


No comments:

That Rockaway feeling

I can feel it’s ending. That Sundays, when everyone rushed to the beach just because we had unseasonably warm weather in late September, ...