Reach, Soar, Wonder.
When the light posts turn off
The town is quiet
The dog is snoring
Only a few cars left driving the streets
You lay, wide awake
Soaring through space like a rocket
Stars all around
The faint sound of music
Playing in the back of your mind
Reaching your hand out,
Trying to grasp the bigger picture,
Like a kid trying to catch a butterfly.
Looking at a window
Flying down a road
Shadows on the horizon
A hand in the wind
Looking up and seeing shapes in the clouds
Your imagination wondering
Like a kid through the woods
Our magic slips through our fingers
Because our hands our too busy
Juggling everything else.
We never pause, to look up
And see if a star is falling.
We often lose our imaginations
As we grow up.
I don’t think it’s on purpose
We get lost
And no longer are we following a
trail through the magic forest,
Or the yellow brick road,
But a black paved one.
They’ll say you’re living in a fantasy,
Your fantasy is a better life than their reality.
Keep reaching kid, keep wondering.
Because that fantasy is within reach of being your reality.