Jumping on the rocks

Here’s a wee tale about me as a boy,

I dreamed of flying but my mother warned

That I would scrape my head or end up dead

But in the end, I played in puff the magic dragon instead

There came a time where I had to say good bye,

To friends I had, adventures I made;

off to a new journey in a land far away

My hands broke way, to the friends I had made

I dreamed real big as I left my spot,

Jumping and singing, of to the next rock

My hands broke way, to the friends I had made

But I looked to the next and I could see my dreams far away

As I jumped on the rocks, with my biological clock,

I could hear the ticking and my skin began shrinking

My dreams not far away, what could I say?

Jumping on the rocks, leaving the past

Creating space for tomorrows dreamers

Adding new rocks to the river

as I create a new path

As my hands break away, what can I say?

Goodbye is not forever, as time passes on the clock

I’ll be waiting to see you smiling

Jumping on the rocks

Carl Meadows, March 2009