THAT DREAMY EYED BOY

This isn't an emotional story that's undone,
Its about this little boy & his toy gun.
With just smile on his face, that stays,
Playing with a block of clay.
Trying to have the whole world in his little soft hands,
In an effort to make it big & grand.
With steps that can't even climb the stairs,
He trots around in his balloon, that has no air.
Looking up at the sky, that's huge and blue,
Trying to reach it, but has no clue.

That's when he says 'I too have a dream',
And its certainly more than just the biscuit and the cream.
Sitting on his porch, he observes the big & the fast,
Knowing that he not just only wants to last.
Again he stares at the sky, but this time it's dark & new,
That Dreamy Eyed Boy is me, That Dreamy Eyed Boy is you.
With a feeling that tomorrow he will getup tall and strong, he sleeps,
Curls into his blanket with a dream that is shiny & deep.