Historias de Leviainne

The Sky seems endless, does it not? Its colour seeming to bleed into those of space. And yet, we're told the sky's the limit As if there were nothing past it Nothing to shoot for once we've learned to touch the sky It seems rather unfair, but that is the standard we have set for ourselves. And yet others keep crashing down from above, showing us there is indeed more. Well, we refuse to stay on the ground. For if the sky's the limit, then why does it keep begging us to fly?