Doesn’t the ceiling look huge,
dark and blue and clear way up there?
Doesn’t it make you feel tiny,
like you could break trying to break through?
Doesn’t it look big, with the storm clouds rolling in?
Are you tired, yet, of trying to catch everybody’s drift?
Don’t you want to climb up into that sky,
and get lost in the greyness of it all?
Don’t you just want to grow up, a little?
Get your back off the floor, start swimming on your own?
Don’t you want to see the stars someday?
Or are you content to keep looking
at the ceiling, tall and huge, way far away?