What I look up to

People Me and you What makes someone else better? Is it that they can sing or dance or write or create better? How do they become giants? The ones we look up to. Is it just a box, and we'll never expand to be as great until we step outside? We'll I've stepped outside one night And I looked up, as I always did. What a sight I saw. A extremely vast amount of dark and nothingness And a small amount of light As if there was a blanket covering us all, and the lights shining through were just holes in the blanket. But I when I saw this Millions of questions began to fester in my head. Some concrete, most abstract. I then realized It's not what people themselves do it's the way they use the knowledge gained from what intrigued them And the amount of darkness in the night sky is the amount of knowledge not yet obtained So much to be learned. So many questions to be answered. And as I stare far into the empty space, I realize that answering these question: about space; about the matters that fill it; that my life is meant to find the answers. As answering questions is our life's key