Bright, Little Dreamer
Little dreamer,
you’re like a balloon,
in the distance,
floating beyond the clouds,
far past the atmosphere.
It seems,
gravity can’t hold you down
and the wind takes you up.
You’re a dreamer,
always looking straight forward.
You ignore those who said,
“The sky's the limit”
Instead you laugh and fly
further and further each waking second.
Your head is in space
Your own little world
But I can’t make myself
pull back on the string
So instead, I let go.
And push.
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