I stepped out into the cool grass,
And gazed up at the night sky.
It's a vast expanse,
Beckoning.
Truly I tell,
I felt that night lost and unwell.
The cosmos felt open,
yet so closed.
To reminisce,
the sky is not the limit,
but we are limited.
Nov 6, 2019
Nov 6, 2019 at 9:43 AM UTC
I stepped out into the cool grass,
And gazed up at the night sky.
It's a vast expanse,
Beckoning.
Truly I tell,
I felt that night lost and unwell.
The cosmos felt open,
yet so closed.
To reminisce,
the sky is not the limit,
but we are limited.