I grew up in a paradise,
Quiet, and near a beach.
The skin got quite eroded.
And now I feel like my feet.

A place where I grew up and my mind wandered.
A place where I thought I could fly.
The airplanes would slowly fly over.
So i could spy them with my little eye.

On my back as they flew over,
I imagined I would never let go
Of the feeling of wonderment tightly
Did more than I could ever know.