childhood dreams

Staring out at the sky sat a young boy
Who held in his hands his most favorite toy

It didn't have guns but with speed it would go
All over the world, where the wind would blow

He dreamed of a day when he'd be a man
And fulfill his role in God's wonderful plan

To the heavens he'd chase up in the sky
Soaring over white clouds as they passed him by

But as he grew older these dreams would fade
As he discovered that girls would do as he bade

He got all tangled up in the net of society
That he forgot where was his original piety

So as life slowed down, he took a breath
Listed things to do before his death

It was then he remembered those long lost nights
Looking up at the stars wanting to join their lights

So here I find myself livin the dream
No matter the odds, impossible it seems

So challenge yourself to always shoot for the moon
even if you miss, you'll land among stars...maybe even a balloon.