(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?
purple and blue (i like all the colors)
I should be better tomorrow
but there might be a little headache left
or right
north
or south
what and where is that entry exit point?
look, this world is coming apart!
step right up!
up to higher ground
move that mountain!
reveal the green jewel blue jewel in plain view!
mother there’s a big unknown out there but look at me drawing buttons right now getting ready to launch!
I have blast off and push off buttons!
preparing to launch is bitter sweet (the leaving and the coming)
but look!
a new look!
I’m climbing down backwards to the ground!
like a sideways chimp searching to survive
more effort than flying who would have thought?
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 such a long time
now I have the buttons for go and stop and up and down
I don’t even fall (god forbid i ever fall)!
ok, here’s how to do it (i’m reporting live!)
first, you get a good foothold
keep talking! really? yes!
my headache is leaving now
this little storm has shifted my perspective
my little life boat is brave
switzerland days are climbing days
I thought this song by Metric applied to Lily.
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