when I was older,
I wanted to be a flight to heaven,
a thing of stars,
a show of tunes and blessed grass.
I when older wanted to know no bounds.
I was all figures,
I created myself
A thing of leaves,
A tree of scents.
when older I wished no anguish, no serenity,
only a calm of forests
nether hallows of no people and no storms.
when I was older I had orange hearts,
and purple hair, and cosmic minds.
and I worried none. because universes were mine to fly.
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