The sky is everywhere.
The words begin here and they end nowhere.
It begins at my feet as I spin,
Words wound round and round from where it begins.
Blue blue sky and green green grass,
Wide wide world and a tiny me.
Arms outstretched I scream,
A shout into the nothingness makes no sound.
Prancing in the wild fields of my mind,
Running up a hill and down the icy slope,
All around me the sky hangs,
A dome, a bowl or the ocean’s surface.
If I jump hard enough will the earth shake,
Or will I reach zero gravity and float away,
Away into the the sky above,
the sky, the sky that is everywhere.
Someone once said that if you keep looking up at the sky,
You’ll one day look down and realize you’re high above ground.
And I wonder if I do that,
only because I want to break free from this crazy world.
When I fly high and high away,
and the sky is truly all around me,
Will someone, anyone, look up and notice me,
before I fade away into the clouds,
A speck in the blue, gone in a blink.