A Boy Named Pluto


On the horizon there's a boat on the water
  Reminds me of a boy I once knew
Sailing far away from the mainland
  No passengers, no cargo, no crew

The locals all know the boat from legend
  Nobody even knows what she's called
They say she's been around since the thirties
  They say she never even comes to port at all 

	I knew a boy named Pluto, though I never knew him well
	  Cold and far away from any flame
	While fickle words spun their circles nearer to the sun
	  Pluto stayed the same

We used to sit around, try to guess his story
  Imagining details we didn't know
Wondering what life was like so far outside everything
  No bio but a faint white glow

And for awhile we were caught up in the mystery
  Stealing glances through the rarefied air
Then we decided that the nothing was really nothing
  Slowly forgetting that he was even there

	I knew a boy named Pluto, never knew him well
	  Minor figure in a curious game
	While everybody changed their story, blowing in the wind
	  Pluto stayed the same.