Your hand reaches out

Only there is no key

And no green door

Just a green man

In a big gray city

And a lollypop

And he is making a sketch

Of a faraway place

Where the characters 

Lived beyond the city

And saw things 

Within the city

And played city games

Which were fun

It is now chapter one

And he looks at his thumbs

Watches for wind

And moves

Into something.