Pale Dale

Pale Dale May 28, 2009

A kid came from the temple
We called him Pale Dale
He was pale of course, and very strange
But I liked him anyway

His voice was calm
His eyes were gray
His hair fair,
His brain insane
For his ways were strange, I swear today
He’d carry a knife
Scared me to death
We’d play pirates, every day
And desperados, such we were
We’d trample ants and shoot blue-JAYS
And hide in caves, and search for gems

My memories of the days long gone,
I treasure dearly now I’m old
But not everything that I remember
Is kept inside of my heart’s door

For some things did give me nightmares
Things we saw, things we felt
I believed, as did my friend
Monsters exist, and they like pirates

But Dale was calm, no doubts about it
"dont you worry," he used to say
"One day we will fly away
And never know what held us captive.

For we geniuses know better
than to go to school, and write stupid letters
we the prisoners must have patience
we will fly away one day, relentless"

And so we did, one april dawn
A plane we built, massive and drawn
We were both twenty and were both bored
Of this saddened life, in this saddened world

The village shrank as we ascended
The monsters could not keep us surrendered

Good bye my friends, Goodbye Dale's church
Goodbye school, goodbye unjust
Goodbye monsters, move on I must
I'll take my stand, and welcome the dusk

I'll never miss you.
Your lives are blanks.
God knows I tried to
make you understand.

note: I'm only nineteen and this isn't supposed to be great quality; i did this for fun. My idea is that the narrator and dale had bigger dreams than what their village wanted for them, and if it wasn't for Dale's courage, the narrator wouldn't have had the drive to built the plane.Two brans are better than one.
And the mosnters are of course the grown-ups and their stupid rules. Ascending and watching the village shrink while the narrator and Dale are in the plane symbolizes the feeling of relief that comes from freedom. I know it feels great to take off on any plane, but the sad thing is that no matter how good it feels it will only come down once again, once it reaches a certain destination. IN my imagination, Dale's plane is more than a plane; it is a magic portal into a different world, a different style of life where the impossible can be possible and anything you consider a dream can be reality if you truly want it enough.
I was inspired by reading Dr Seuss's stories; they all rhyme.