Fly so high
touch the sky
and never come back
until the fourth of July
Stalking the heavens
hope the dice role sevens
and not snake eyes
I's dispise

Anything that holds
us down
should be throwed to
the ground
Whether it's mental
or coincidental
Done on purpose to nab
or a back stab

The sky awaits
the ground dictates
For humans it's
hell or heavens gates
It's up to the sky
flying high that I relate
will until my death date
Even after if possible
the way I figure
nothing is impossible
and some things are
but
there's nothing wrong
with reaching for a star

OnepoetGem