There is a reason why we can’t reach the sky;
It walks in hand with the reason of why
We can’t hear who is meant to speak to us,
As well as see whom we are meant to capture.
I will always be roaming around this place
Wondering why I can’t touch the earth’s core
When the earth can so greatly shake mine.
Maybe we need to believe in the gold at the end
Of another aspect of life deemed unreachable
There is valid points to which we may not see God
It may only prove he ceases to exist.
You know I could really use a certain type of person
But it comes to no surprise that it is out of my reach;
I guess I should place my hands together and phone God.
How would my words even fathom that travel?
How would his ears I have never whispered in
Even process my severely desperate pleas?
I sometimes still have the hopes of those chills
To get on the very day when at once I will hear
Exactly what I was meant to, delivered in a voice:
Out of a place labeled no where
On time labeled some
In a manner that speaks forever
There is no sadness here.