(a joint effort true life story by a 4 year old and edited by a grandpa)
broken head busted arm
looks it’s drooping
and my leg busted too
see the colors?
I should be better tomorrow
but there might be a little headache left
what and where is that entry exit?
see the way
the world is coming apart
step right up!
up to higher ground
move that mountain
reveal green jewel blue jewel in plain view!
mother there’s a big unknown out there but look at me drawing buttons right now and getting ready to launch!
I have blast off and push off buttons!
preparing to launch is bitter sweet
the leaving and the coming
a new look!
me climbing down to the ground backwards!
like a sideways chimp
more effort than flying and is a value too
I don’t want to ride a bike or even to learn
I just want to climb (and fly said Icarus)
this is my calling I exercised for this from a long time ago I had muscles in reserve I wanted to do this for a long time and now I have buttons, go and stop and up and down
I don’t even fall!
first, you get a good foothold
keep talking! really? yes!
my headache is leaving
the storm shifted my perspective
the storm is technology, the technology is the storm, you are a storm
I thought this song by Metric applied to Lily.