Like many others there was a child,
From a well of infinite dreams with others he picked some,
In the wake of unbound imagination,
He was a champion of his world,
He saw the skies as his playground,
His nascent mind held no limitations.
Growing older he was taught of the world,
Of what he could do, what man could not,
He learnt of gravity, how it made things fall,
The weight of the knowledge bore him down,
Plucking him from the skies, rooting him to the ground.
With a few broken hearts, failures to be someone,
Stranded in his reality, he looked to the clouds,
Questioning his learning, he began to unlearn,
Becoming from man to child again,
Gaining new perspective on his notions,
Gravity he saw, was not to hold him down,
But to hold the universe together,
Something he could overcome.
Reaching the skies he built his house,
Teasing the heavens, yet rising from the ground,
A monument to remembering who he is,
To never again be someone else.