Rowan Blair Colver
The sky is the limit,
So they say when showing dreams,
And desires of over the sea,
So as I look up,
And see the massive lid of blue,
I see that it is huge.
The limit is everywhere,
Capping all there is,
Every place I put my eyes,
The limit greets the sky,
And I see the end of the road.
The top of the world,
A blanket of colour that frames,
All of the possible.
So bleak and desperate,
Not wishing to be contained,
Everything I dream of,
Day by day - attempting to formulate
Some kind of physical place.
Looking up at the top,
My neck begins to strain,
My eyesight fails as the sun pushes forth its rays,
I see the limitation and it blinds!
So tilting my head forward,
To see where my feet will tread,
I see a jungle of human creativity,
At the circumference of my head.
Every single forward move,
Each and all the steps,
No matter in what compass direction,
I see amazement and invention,
Classic design and the brave,
The streets are paved with tension,
They are paved with grey,
Although like the clouds in the sky,
They provide no limit today.
Rowan Blair Colver
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