The 12-year-old boy next door

escapes his dreams and

rises out of his bunk-bed.

He scurries out the door

as fast as his young legs

will take him.

6: 00 a.m. on a Sunday morning

is the lousiest time of the week

for him.

He elevates his exhausted body onto

his blue ten-speed

and is on his way.

As he is swiftly pedaling away,

his head is suddenly filled with information and news.

After a long and exhausting ride,

he finally approaches the house next door.

He quickly tosses his tired body onto the dew-kissed lawn.

He rolls himself into a snug position and

collects his thoughts.

As he lies still,

he can hardly wait to open up and share them with

the rest of the world.