As a kid I
wanted to bring the sun down with my
slingshot and a pebble but not
my pet rock
And so I aimed
and aimed so
high
with my slingshot and a pebble
but not my
pet rock

And so I released
released the pebble
rocketing up in the sky
so I smiled…
“…the sun will soon go down”
says I…

But the pebble…
the pebble plummeted down
down, back to earth
turning into a falling star…

So I gazed upon
this daylight wishing star
wanting to wish…
but I felt
numb

And as my gaze followed
followed this wishing star
it hit not the ground
but a man’s head reminding me of Jack
Jack breaking his crown…

And for the first time as a kid
I saw a man turning into a raging bull
A raging bull he became
charging towards me
with fire in his eyes and blood
on his crown

So I ran
I ran racing the sun
and so a lesson learned
what goes up
will surely go
down…..