Below the window a boy bounces eagerly
Dreaming of the world on the other side
He stands tall at 3' the window's at 4
He wishpers "i think i can fly"
Only to jump just 11" high
Midnight she brings her friends madness and beauty
In stories he reads most every night
Stories of princesses, wizards and elephants
Who live in clouds above the sky
Under a blanket forta read by flashlight
Maurice his father and Francis his mother
Are furiously getting their point across
The first time in 6 months his mother speaks to him
By screaming "Dreaming has it's cost!
The life you spend dreaming you've lost."
Broken in spirit he slunks to the window
It's raining. THe windows match his eyes.
His somberness transforms to frustation, now he's
Determined to see just what's outside
He coughs up a quiet goodbye
Between the raindrops he sees giant towers
Buidings lightingup the night
Streets stretched forever but no magic pastuers
No faries, no elephants in the sky
And as he's falling
He's still wishing
That could fly.
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