Lost

When I look up at the sky, I see a canvas of which cannot be painted.
When I look up at the sky, I see a vastness that cannot be compared.
When I look up at the sky, I see the freedom that I cannot reach.

It seems like I am grounded, bound forever to the soil from which I was made.
It seems like I am chained, bound forever to the fear that shaped me.
It seems like I am lost, wrapped in an endless void of pitch black.

If there is hope, where is the light when I fall into the darkness?
If there is light, where is my salvation when I sleep in the shadows?
If there is salvation, where is the embrace that takes away all the pain?

When I look up at the sky, I see an endless lake a of blue, running farther and farther away from me.

When I look up at the sky, I see all that I've lost in the things I've never had.