Direction

You can climb the sky, I know better. A ladder can get you far away, so the ground is distant now, you can go up and up, you can scale the sky, up to go where to go up, and soon your heading down, an effort to fly. Head up, above that sky but soon you're heading down, what's up when the pull's away soon to push the sky, and your body sways, a void of undefined. Where is east, where is west, the line is just too fine I will just turn around. Float around in your empty space a notion not noted, seems I have an up anothers' down, float in a void. Tell me your plan is it practical plain, oh such a pain plain promise, so plan to plain a pain I can't find my east and west. Walk to that sun, float till the wings melt, float on to your horizon, float your plan away. The ladder's too short, need a few more rungs, make plain your pain, east and west find floating to horizons plan painting wax on those wings. An endless sky made of paper thin walls.