The Little Boy
I wanna look at the world through stained glass
So I can pretend that not only is the sky blue but so is the grass
I wanna see color in faces of people too busy to feel sunlight
While their lives pass them by they see little more than black and white
I wanna see a little boy jump into purple rivers
And pretend the waters alive because when he hugged it it gave him shivers
I want to immortalize imagination
To bury frustration beneath the weight of a child’s infestation
Children dream while their eyes are open wide
They never lock hurt away inside
They tell the whole world what feel and see
Then they run outside and say, “Hey I’m a bird, do you wanna play with me?”
And I will say yes I do
But only if I get to be a bird too.
Because as long as we’re birds we can fly
And never have to tell anyone why.
We can soar beyond the clouds and kiss the moon goodnight
And oh wouldn’t that be a sight.
Me, an eighteen year old holding a little boy in the air
So he can kiss the moon goodnight and cover it up with stars
Before this world covers him up with scars
Before he gets too old and his feet touch the floor
Before those purple rivers won’t hug him anymore
I wanna save this little boy I see
But who would have known, that little boy was me.
(2013)
