Boy on the roof,
Why are you there?
Do the stars look lovely?
Can you see over the mountains?
What lies beyond the sea?
Are people dancing in the city?
Do the troubles of the world get you down?
Is that why you are up there?
Let me get a ladder and I’ll join you.
With every step up the air is clearer.
The grit of the shingles,
The coolness of the air,
The city lights seem far away and distant.
I’m afraid we should get down now.
Back to the world we go.
Before others think to come up here.
And think that world is too small for our imagination.