Maybe the sky isn't above us.
Perhaps it's only our world's reflection.
For the sky is beautiful,
And so is life.
The clouds are people,
moving frantically around.
And maybe the sun,
Isn't what we think.
It could be outcome,
Of all our warm hearts put together.
Have you ever looked up,
And saw a cloud stand still?
That was you.
After all,
That rainbow you've been chasing,
Is your dream.