Let’s get lost among the thoughts of oceans and skies,
and the limitlessness of them all.
Find a way to sail them both, even if just in a lullaby.
We close our eyes and jump – weightless;
Our limbs carried by all the tints of blue,
and all the shades in-between so seamless.
Try to figure out why clouds are so lucky;
Having the ability to travel high and low,
To be filled with anger, but always knowing
when to let it go.
The nothingness of the atmosphere,
embedded deep within your lungs.
To be both nothing and
anxiously needed beyond compare;
Perhaps it isn’t such a bad thing if
We all will disappear into thin air.