Mona Miss-ya (An Ode to Waltz Disney)

by Viktor Tejada

Your face, so plain, so inexplicably vague.
These walls, so tall, they’re starting to fall.
I wonder if it’s just me feeling blue.
So blue, so blue, I have failed to see truth.

Your face, so strange;
are you a boy or a girl?
These days, these days, love is like a blur.
Woman or man, love all that you can.
Girl-girl, boy-boy, woman and a man.

Again and again, love all that you can.
Love all while you can.