Big Sky

I am not as big as the sky. But I must find my place in it. 

To the optimistic the journey must be a happy one because that's all they can accept. To the pessimistic it is a journey of endless possible traps and drain holes.

In truth it's just a journey. It's a big sky, and I must find my place in it. From here I don't see any support. From here I don't see any Joy. From here I don't see the Assassins that lurk just behind that cloud on the left. From here I don't see.

I'll get closer and see how the clouds shape. See how much of the sky I can find my place in. See if there's welcoming support just behind the group of clouds on the right.

Maybe a companion just over the horizon. For I left my soul, she stayed on behind me. Perhaps waiting for the ground to swallow her up. Many choose to do that. But I have the sky, and I want to find my place in it.

I wonder does it see me down here racing to reach it? When I get closer will it reveal the path to my place? When I journey to my place, will it be the end of my beginning or the beginning of my end?

I am not as big as the sky and that is why the sky is so beautiful. Because it's bigger than my mistakes.