“You don’t understand,” she cried
Out as she pranced through
The streets draped in rags.
“I’m the richest man alive!” Oh,
How the words of a little girl
Can carry so little weight
When indeed they mean so much.
I watched her skip. She was barely
Big enough to walk. And yet she
Seemed to sail through the skies.
She later told me, “I own the skies,
And I own the air, and the clouds,
And everything that hangs above me.”
I thought to myself that she had
Not a care in the world. But there was
No world to contain cares anymore, so
Now I supposed there were simply no
More cares, and all our burdens lifted.
All that could never be done was done
That evening when stars fell from the sky.
Perhaps it was only a dream
Perhaps it was heaven itself
Perhaps it was perfectly real
But how could it be real-
It all seemed so perfectly right.
Stars fell and it was alright,
I was never meant to be a Star.
I was a Tree- no reason to fear the wind
When the roots are strong and right.
Thank you for reading and, again, a special thanks to Taylor B. for the inspiration (back in May) to record my lucid dreams. If you enjoyed this, you can find more here: