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!"
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.