Saturday, A blank slate placed in front of an adventurous child My imagination took me across the globe, While my feet danced across my backyard. Freshly cut grass grew into a weeded jungle, Only a six year old could appreciate. The sun was only a summersault away, And I reached up to the sky with my stubby fingers To form marshmallow clouds into pirate ships, and circus animals Back when the moon was made of swiss cheese and superheroes really could fly No one dared to whisper the word βimpossibleβ To a boy who feared nothing