Don't tell him that life isn't
something so serious,
exciting, hard.
Don't tell him it doesn't matter
that his feet hurt, that his body hums
and vibrates with electricity.
Don't tell him that he isn't picking holes
in the sky to pull the universe through.
Let him believe, for just a little while,
that dreaming the stars makes them real,
that his heart is bigger than the sky,
that this life overflowing from him is enough
to feed the whole world
and make a new one too
something so serious,
exciting, hard.
Don't tell him it doesn't matter
that his feet hurt, that his body hums
and vibrates with electricity.
Don't tell him that he isn't picking holes
in the sky to pull the universe through.
Let him believe, for just a little while,
that dreaming the stars makes them real,
that his heart is bigger than the sky,
that this life overflowing from him is enough
to feed the whole world
and make a new one too
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