Plastic spoon and morning light Milk like stars in quiet flight Cartoon planets on the side Of the box I used to hide Dreams were shaped in sugar rings Orbiting the simplest things Before the day would even start I built a galaxy from heart Cereal box satellites Floating through my kitchen skies Spinning tales in loops and rings About the weightless wonder things Cereal box satellites Paper ships in morning flights Who says dreams need rocket fuel? A silver spoon will always do Crumbs like meteors in rows Marshmallow moons in sugar snow I’d map the stars with every bite And name them after hopes at night We don’t need a telescope To live inside a little hope Even now when skies feel grey I hear the Milky Way still say— Cereal box satellites Floating through my kitchen skies Spinning tales in loops and rings About the weightless wonder things Cereal box satellites Paper ships in morning flights Who says dreams need rocket fuel? A silver spoon will always do Grown-up days are faster now Deadlines chase and pull me down But every now and then I find That cosmic quiet in my mind Cereal box satellites From the softest, sweetest nights Still orbiting my scattered brain With dreams too small to entertain Cereal box satellites Soft and silly, out of sight But if I stop and close my eyes — I’m back beneath those sugar skies