The sun stretched over his drugged up brain it tried and tried to find his name. He had lightning bolts in his eyes and the right to make a storm. He walked about the streets alone screaming, talking, dreaming. He sucked the world through a straw and filled up on imagination. "This is no place for gravity!" He said, and floated away. Imaginary friends by his side, he coughed up nonsense. Never a moment in human history he wanted to grow up. They said he'd always be this way, and put a promise on that. So they stuck him in a room alone and sealed it with a key. He escaped with a tightrope and became a student of the moon. He jumped up and flew to the second star to the right, straight on til morning, and the rest is history.