When I was a young boy
I wished I could have been taller
To stand last in line
And see above the clouds

I could have seen all the way
To the end of the skyline
Where everything fades
To a blurry line

Now that I am older
I wished, I could be shorter
To blend in the crowd
And to be forgotten

Why would I want all the attention
When I could be left alone
And do the things I love
All day long

As the line fades away
I wonder if I’m high enough
To see above the clouds
And fly away