Up the hill, down the hill, across the mountains, above the sky, in a star far away, walking, running, flying, dreaming.
“There’s no distance,” he said, and the distance disappeared.
“Nothing can stop me,” and nothing stopped him.
“I’ll cross bridges,” but there are none.
“I’ll build them,” yet he doesn’t have anything to build them with, so he went back to dreaming and dreamt wood and tools and a bridge he built. He walked across it and ran at the end.
“You can’t keep going,” they said, but he flew and kept going.
Stars are unreachable. “Not for my dreams,” he said, and in his dreams he got to the star, but he woke up and he had no air, and it was all black and dark, so he closed his eyes and dreamt a light. You’re in the star. Now what? Now I go back.