Tracing clouds along the sky,
'Try to catch me, just you try!'
Were I a bird, I'd fly up there,
Plunge through cloud, live on a dare.
I'd sing my birdsong loud and clear,
Scream it, softly, all can hear,
Spread my wings and catch the wind,
So good I'd fear that I'd have sinned.
Breeze and sky and air inhaled,
'You can't fly', that ship has sailed...
... Open my eyes, I'm back on earth,
Dreaming clear, for all I'm worth.
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I think, today, I will. Invent a magic pill. Once it is taken. There'll be endless bacon. And tea for us to swill. It comes in packets of two. One for me and one for you. You just have to wish.
Oh how I wish I were a kangaroo,. Roaming free not in a zoo,. Bouncing ever high and high,. Until my head hits the sky,. And when my feet touch the ground,. I will land softly without a sound,.
What am I for, if not to write. What else helps me sleep at night.
With a flick of its mane . It lept through the sky . Right over the moon . And the stars so high . It's tail was a rainbow . Of gold and of fire . With a single whinny . It helped me and inspired .
I lay down on the grassy hill Gaze up at the sky, hypnotized. Wisps and fluff meander on by, I wonder how they're formed, mezmerized... They swirl and play in the sky, Forever changing, unique shapes.
Sitting on the step at the bottom of my stairs. Not doing very much, just brushing golden hair. A hundred strokes each and every day. My mum she often used to say. As I sit and brush each strand.
In my world, the clouds of sugar empty coffee rain, On to roads of cinnamon pavings, Trees of cloves and nutmeg houses.
You're my little bit of fiction, Keeping my feet just above ground. My little piece of unreal, I'm lyrics and you're my sound. But that's just it, you're fiction. A mere scene within my head.
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