They say to have big ambitions
Reach for the sky, chase your dreams
How bad can it be
With so many stars to land among?

But those goals are unwieldly
My arms short, my legs worn
The moon a bland dot behind
And the stars still so far

A small hand reaching
A warm smile on a sticky face
An invitation to share
In some juvenile pursuit

Let the cold stars sparkle
And the moon have its space
For me, these little dreams
Are enough