The Little Big Man

I saw a little boy just sitting there, Staring at the sky without a care. I walked over,asked what he saw, He told me nothing,nothing at all. Mr.do you think the stars sleep during the day? Why do the clouds puff up that'a way? Why do the birds sing the way they do? Why is there a difference in the color between me and you? Why do you suppose people ignore me? Is there something wrong that I cannot see? Do I have a wierd nose,or are my eyes not straight? Do I ask stupid questions,or is it that I am not that great? I know I am small,but I have big dreams, But no-one will give me the chance,at least thats the way it seems. The stars dont sleep,they hide during the day. The clouds want to look bigger,thats why they puff up that'a way. The birds sing to bring a smile to your face. The color is different in us but were equal in my place. People ignore you because they are afraid to understand. Nothing wrong with your face,your the perfect little man. No such thing as a stupid question,ask all day. And everyone is special in there own little way. Chase your dreams and the chance will appear, Now you seem like a little big man,lets get a rootbeer.