That faded picture frame

It’s been so many minutes, hours, days

I expect it to read a different name

That kid’s just not the same

He’s been through thick and thin

So many cosmic circumstances

Written in the window pane

Some say that he grew up like everyone else

But this figure in the mirror’s saying he grew into himself

A breathing history novel

In which I’m the singular scholar

And by the table of contents, you’ll find

I’m not just a child but

I wander

I’m a modern marvel of art

A work in progress that’s honest to where my childhood started

But I Wonder

If I’ve always been following where the stars had me charted or my own path that I’m carving

I still wander

Whether I’m a toddler or father, I know I’m guided to respond to the beat of the same heart

But I wonder

What the future will author for

Someone walking the boulevard of a Cosmic Wanderer

Matteo (Age 10):

Um, I don’t know what it is

I’m not that sure

It’s like, so weird, isn’t it?

Nicky (Age 5):

Yea

Matteo (Age 10):

Yea

Okay, onto the next one

I used to tell myself it all would get better

If I just changed myself and acted like a regular fella

But I’m no common denominator, I’m no bottom dweller

So what made me stand so far apart is now why I’m interstellar

A vagabond around Venus

One among Martians on Mars

I’m a pariah like Pluto

And I’m thanking my lucky stars

I bless my roots with joyful tears that need no gravity to fall

‘Cause my personas rest inside me like my heart’s a nesting doll

And together we walk

Through the celestial dark

With many fears, but now the future is the least of them all

Matteo (Age 10):

Um, I don’t know what it is

I’m not that sure

It’s just so cool

I’m not afraid that it’s the end of an era

Bookmarks in my autobiography are stacking up heavier

So, I’m sending this letter

So that I won’t forget

How this chapter concluded

When the next one begins

So much support within my orbit

That I can’t count my blessings

I may be floating in the unknown

But I don’t need directions

I’ve got a weight on my shoulders

But outer space plays the jester

So I can learn how to carry it

When it’s light as a feather

Got astronomical responsibilities under my arms

But I’m programmed with a mission

And I’ll land it with aplomb

I’ve come to know the man I am, and recognize the face

I’m just worried if the rockets can keep up with my pace when

I wander

I’m a modern marvel of art

A work in progress that’s honest to where my childhood started

But I Wonder

If I’ve always been following where the stars had me charted or my own path that I’m carving

I still wander

Whether I’m a toddler or father, I know I’m guided to respond to the beat of the same heart

But I wonder

What the future will author for

Someone walking the boulevard of a Cosmic Wanderer

Matteo (Age 10):

And that's all the time we have today

Nicky (Age 5):

Yea

Matteo (Age 10):

So, I'll seeya later