His hands hide inside a
sleeve
and little feet play with the
ground beneath him while
up in the sky is where he
wanrs to be

Time will fly
and the wind plays with
him
the night will give him it's a
charm

While he walks home
his head's up in a cloud
he feels his pores fill up
with fresh air
and there is no doubt
that one day he will be
where the eye of his
telescope has already been

Night will pass
but he's a lot faster
no one can do him any
harm