Mr. Sky

In an open field
Lie down
Look at the sky
Feel the breeze on your face

The first thing I think about
My dreams in life
My future
My past

The first thing I do
I open my palm
And I reach out to the sky
Why?

I don't know why
But there's definitely something that I want to reach
But I have no idea what

I don't really know my future
There's a lot of things in my past that was left unsolved
All too many things undone
All too many things unsaid

I should move on, shouldn't I?
Clear blue sky . . . .

What do I yearn from you?