Me. [completed]

SkyBlue

The sky is a plane

Of intangible opportunities

If you stretch your tiny arms

Into the broadening range

You'll see eating soup with a fork isn't easy.

It's those few idealists

That find other commodities to reach into the dark

Up on a pedestal

That seek exactly what they need.

Their feet latch onto stars

Like the rungs of a ladder.

They climb higher and higher

To get a hold of life.