Sky High On Life

The sky reminds of me of all of the possibilities I have in life. However, it also reminds me of the distance between a dream and reality. Is there an intersect between the two? It seems like coming together from different directions seems like such an impossibility... Is convergence more improbable than impossible?

As you fly to the greatest of heights, I will keep my feet planted on the ground until it's my turn to soar once more.

While I'm still grounded, I roam the halls. Doors of opportunity rap loudly. As I open each one, life redefines itself. However, honestly, I just hope someone is on the other side smiling back; redefining ME.

One day I'll stop reaching upward and finally fly freely. Until then, life is good, but always has room to get better.