Everything that’s not

Oh, to see the world again with the wonder of a child.

To look at things grown dull with time and see a bright new future.

To be asked what I want from life and say a new thing every time

Because the world can be anything, and anything's worth everything.

I'd like to read just Dr. Suess and spend my days in Whoville,

Or lie alone in a flower meadow, think up poems all day long.

I'd like to leave the world of work and school and eat and sleep

And run away to one of jogg-oons and zizzer-zazzer-zuzz.

So what is my everything? It's everything that's not.

It's what I do when life takes a break, leaves me and my fantasies.

It's the child that takes reins in my heart when life's weight drops away.

My everything's the part of me that takes wing, lets me fly.