Look Up

"Wow," 

Whispers into steam.

Too cold for but five minutes,

Is this not a dream?

Infinite worlds

Swirling clouds of gas

Things we cannot see

I could not help but laugh

In amazement of course

At the heavens up above

The sky always excites me

But not always because

Of the stars or the clouds

But of the airplanes too

Every little bug

Up in that big stew

Of coldness and void

But warmth and light too

The sky is the limit

But this limit is for who?

We have reached the stars 

We have reached the moons

Not just our own,

But Jupiter's too.

So where is the limit really?

I don't think it exists.

How bold!

Not really.

Look up