The skies hold out their hands to me
Waiting for me to grasp their cue
So that, once elevated to their bliss
I shed off the murkiness of mundane life!
The skies, though, after cajoling me
Descend me back to Earth
As, it would seem, that I have duties
To carry out
And aims to achieve!
Pray, shouted I then to the skies
Leave me not here
Away from you, I do feel so abandoned
Away from you, I do feel out of place
Away from you, I do not feel like myself!
But the skies just smile down at me with kindness
It would seem that I would have to serve my sentence
Till the very end!
Pray, I shall keep hoping to have their guidance
And watchful eyes over me
As the world, if turned inside out
Can be a freaky scary place!
Yet, to my obligations to life
Do I stick to
As the carrying out of these
Shall allow me to ascend up there