Reaching the Sky

Reaching the sky could be difficult Yet harder it is when you want Your hands glued to the sky. We paddle through the waters of life Deep, wide and frightening The waters look dreadful. Slowly we paddle Like a canoe paddler afraid of death We got entangled deep in the deep No where to run to No one to turn to... We got to move on... The winds blew The storms stormed hard But we got to stay strong As a wall waiting for fire We need to keep our feet still. To reach the sky We need to paddle easy but fast We need focus and not distraction From friends and enemies alike We need to crawl, fly, swim Or even we can run And wait for no one, not even an umpire.