Where The World Begins

There is a place past the end of the street,

Where dreams put down roots and the skies taste sweet,

Where shoes are not needed and clocks never chime,

And nobody’s rushing the footsteps of time.

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Beyond where the gray sidewalk crumbles and bends,

There’s a world that is waiting, where nothing quite ends.

The trees hum in colors, the rivers recite,

And the stars stay awake just to whisper at night.

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You won’t find a fence or a sign that says “STOP,”

But a ladder of clouds you can climb to the top.

There are questions like birds that you’re free to pursue,

And answers that giggle and hide from your view.

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It’s not in a map or a grown-up’s old plan—

It’s the place that begins when you say “I can.”

So follow the chalk lines drawn loose by your pen,

And step past the place where the sidewalk ends...

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For there is a path that begins from within,

And that's where we find the real world begins.