Bright colors and fluttering pennants, capes
Nothing better or more hopeful
The innocent dreams of childhood!
Delayed and out of place here
Ridiculed and spattered with mud
Then rising to fly once more!
The clouds sun and rain purify
Thank god for this freedom
But it took astounding feats!
Amazing effort and courage
To break free of the mockery
But just see who won!


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So tired all the time. 
Never anywhere to go I haven'’t been,
Never anyone new to meet…
Even the people I'’ve never seen I seem to know.
It'’s like the six degrees of me, only i't’s three.
 

If I move? It'’ll all be the same.
A year, maybe two,– and then 'I’ll need to leave.
What'’s the use, if every community is tiny?
If every new situation turns into Pleasantville?
It'’s people, wherever you go.