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Arms out like an airplane by Richard J. Withrow

Momentous sentence fenced in the playground,
Proud with glittered vanity spilt in the sand,
The lethargic screams of children building skyscrapers
that eventually rape the stars,
I remember that warm day in December
I sat on the sidewalk and watched the rest of the kids play,
I stood up on the stairs, three and half feet tall
Spread my arms out and imagined I was three feet taller
Flying above the world,
That time is   now, twenty years later and three feet taller
Yet I feel evern smaller
I've tried to defy gravity, but then again, there gos my sanity
I just don't understand the pointless pointing,
Everywhere i go, I see people smiling
through the soaking of others sulking
Its as if society is trapped inside this closing wall of insecurity
Everybody I meet now has this red dot in the middle of their iris
and it refines to the outside
All of the problems in you, become the problems in me
As I seek the frontiers in this indescribable world
I will just keep moving alone letting the words flow through me
Hoping the seeds in my blue book begin to grow taller
Just like that warm day in December on the playground
Where I stood alone with my arms out like an airplane