once upon a time a boy i knew wrote a book.
maybe it was a book of poems...
maybe this is the first poem of the book...
why can't it be?
does it have to rhyme?
no...that was proven long ago that a rhyme
doesn't make a poem...
so there you have it.
this is it.
this is the start of something...
something that will never be forgotten...
and when I say that, i don't mean not forgotten
like a king who conquered kingdoms...
i mean not forgotten like a tree that the boy
climbed when he was eight years old.
climbed to the top and looked out to the world
like he never saw it before.
tall as a giant looking across the moat to other lands of
carousels, pinball wizards, and dirty hustlers waiting
for a ferris wheel fix to lift them to a momentary adventure
that maybe they can remember someday to help them heal
and bring them home.
once upon a time i knew a boy who wrote a book.
what if i told you this is that book?
what if i told you that it is a magic book?
what if i told you that from this moment on
if you choose to keep reading
that everything will change...
some for the better...
some not...
but you are at least taking a step
to something new,
or maybe something old...
something remembered...
maybe this is the start of a journey
to new lands that you will call home...
or maybe this is just the first poem in a book
written by a boy
who grew up
into a man
that no longer wanted to live as a stranger
to himself...or his dreams
that from this moment on
will not be forgotten...
