The boy sits upon a window sill
Considering the heaviness of flying, torment of dying
, fears and of course the thrill.
On the 11th floor, the boy can scout all.
Wherever he focuses.
And then a car speeds past, to which the boy notices.
He turns his gaze to beneath a street lamp.
A victorian style one you’d most likely see.
In a 1800s documentary.
Invoking thoughts of beneath the ground,
To what the past knows and the future not
And possibly where dinosaurs once lived.
The boy allowed his imagination to run free.
Exploring the corners of his make belief reality.
Where monsters and animals are one and the same
And everyday is an exciting new game.
How the world looked so small, the boy thought.
His world was bigger.
People were silly, he sighed and said
Go figure.
Written by Tommy Turner