Mobile sky

Views of the sky in a mobile way,
lost touch with the hands.
The hands that mistakingly let
go of balloons, balloons filled with
dreams, and they flew freely into the sky.

Eventually, the balloons reached their limits,
and would burst.

Past regrets are all written on the sky line,
possibly why so many reject the
Fragile blue paint,
Just left alone.

However, the sky is our
aspirations, our
passions that we have
left behind.

The sky is no limit, just a goal
we must
over-achieve.