Kevin's Telescope

His hands
hide insaid a sleeve
and there both feets
play with the ground
benethem while upon the sky
is where he wants to be
where he wants to be

Time will fly
And the wind plays with him
The night will give him its charm


While he walks home
His head's up in a cloud
He feels his pores fill up with fresh air
And there's no doubt
That one day he will be
Where the eye of his telescope has already been

And the wind plays with him
The night will give him its charm

Night will pass
But he's a lot faster
No one can do him any harm