Really Big Steps

I can’t fly in my dreams
But I can take really big steps
I mean huge
Like a whole football field
Long soaring strides
Carry me when I sleep

I can’t fly in my dreams
But I can take really big steps
I scissor-kick over high razor-wire fences
And glide above houses
I grab the top branches of trees
And swing sideways around them
like a vertical pole-vaulter
Propelling myself high into the sky
I drift along, taking in birds-eye views
Of fields, forests, and faraway mountains
Of houses, roads and shopping centers,
A floating view of the fleeting grids of man.

I can’t fly in my dreams
But I can take really big steps
I mean huge
The only problem is,
I have to come back down.

Ken Greenley February 4, 1958 – February 12, 2020 was a writer who lived in Denver, Colorado. The number of places he’s lived is only exceeded by the number of job’s he’s had. Greenley liked to explore the themes of class division (in a supposedly classless country), the struggle to stay spiritual in the modern world, and the growth episodes that occur in childhood. He thought art, particularly writing, should combat media brainwashing, and should examine the clash between what we’re told and what really happens. He tried to make his material as funny as possible, because he found it hard to make modern life seriously, and considered it his mission “to make people laugh and think at the same time.”

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