People who aren't worth much in the mirror
Walk by on crowded streets...

I'm going,
Running, sprinting...

I want to soar over the clouds,
Above the storms of life...

I plan to paint magic with my fingers,
To add two and two to make six...

Crack the whip, make them jump,
And hold them back with a chair...

The Sun peeked out today,
After ten days of rain...

In fifty years,
Will those trees be there...

I wish I could be like the water's ripples,
With the power to change the sky...