The sky hovers above me,
Majestically and limitless.
Stretching my hands,
Grasping to its infinity and nothingness.
The cloud flutter aimlessly,
fluffy and malleable.
I stretch my hands again,
Grasping to the emptiness of it.
Trying hard for something,
That can never be done,
Hoping ******* something,
That can never happen
Yearning immensly on something,
That can never be yours.
I lay on the ground,
Admiring from a far,
With a heart full of wants,
Yet can never be mine.