From the realities of life to the books,
Is it but the same sky in different looks?
Its appearance is diverse in different realms,
From aspirations to fulfilling the dreams.
A few are happy with the village simplicity
A lot to touch its limit in any big city.
Yet the infinite sky by nature is such,
No matter we may try how hard and how much,
There is always a height that we can't cross,
To feel our sense of inability and loss,
For beyond the stretch it's hard to get a clue,
As it's a one-way journey to the intense blue.