i always wanted to grow too tall to be scared
to just shoot up into the sky, past the clouds,
into the atmosphere where i’d wave at satellites
and the air would be thin but i’d save my breath
id be silent and smile dumbly at the stars
but i drank too much coffee as a little kid
and smoked too many cigarettes as teen
and only eat ashes and banana peels now
and talk loud so everyone notices me 
and i read to many books so i’m too smart
i read somewhere that no one grows that tall
then i learned what stars are made of
then i mixed the ashes into my coffee and drank up
then i thought too hard with my smarts about life
then i couldn’t get out of bed too scared that i’d fall 
straignt through the floor and into the mantle
then it’d be too late to finally grow too tall.