Do what you will with life, senseless and right,
As you hold your hands beggingly upwards
To a sky of hopefulness and bright lights,
Only to fall into yourself, backwards-
Reaching through the clouds for a helping hand,
Down, down, down, through the external cosmos;
A world of suffering speaks a demand,
Another breath whose sight should still engross
The urge to exchange this darkly lit space
For a chance at beautiful harmony
The clouds give way to my rightful birthplace,
and the only crutch needed for beauty
Me, myself, and no one else is needed
To jump into the sky and be lifted