Found Where my Sidewalk Ends like the childhood books I was read, That existential dread lead to consequential holes in my head. So I made a new path, I’m James with the Purple Crayon, Holy patrimony, first martyr like the brother of St. John. Spent too many years escaping pain, hiding in the Giant Peach, Cut my silken strings to realize the world’s in my reach. Yesterday’s parting Goodnight Moon became today’s reason to bloom. Emptied my closet, saw my skeletons and cleaned my room. Single momma, mischievous child this the Tale of Peter Rabbit. Your love made me Velveteen, it’s time to break the habit. Found my missing button and I’m over it all like Corduroy. Put the pieces together and now I’m the golden boy. Oh the Places You’ll Go, realizing there no plateau. You can build the Empire State out of your own personal skid row. Create your own reality like Where the Wild Things Are, Look inside and realize you can become your own king or czar.
If you Give a Mouse a Cookie they’ll become dependent, But give them a place to stand and they’ll become transcendent.
