1. face about the stars
you are one boy with ironclad dreams
and a paper heart
one day you will be a man, and
you must remember that only men
can burn down the sky
2. don't forget that this is a lucid dream
remember how you were born;
remember how your hands were tiny
and how they clutched at the air
as if you could grasp it--
become its master and use it
as a tool of your will
did you ever think those hands
would grow bigger--did
you ever think those hands would
bring me to love you
did you ever think
3. sometimes i marvel at the words i create
and the irony that the ones i say never matter
i would tell you i'm sorry,
bu