skylines and learning to fly

there are painted skylines just above my head when i sleep,
it's a picture that reminds me i still have many places to go.
it reminds me just how small all these things i've faced truly are.

darling beautiful, never lose sight of where you're designated to go.
don't let flashing detour signs misguide you off the path,
because their lights will burn out. the sun won't yet.

so follow that old, weary road.
the one you hate driving on at 4 pm on saturdays,
because traffic seems like a never-ending story

that ends all too suddenly when you pull up
to the driveway of a house you never wanted to be in.
darling beautiful, the sun sets just over the horizon

and it will rise again to show you where to go.
this house, this space, is here to be experienced,
inhaled. exhaled. then press on.

sometimes eighteen years is all you need
to know where the next home will become
a small room, shared with someone you've barely met

and then, through new trials, heartbreaks and lovely memories,
darling beautiful, you will begin to heal.
but the sun will set over this horizon

and soon you will too.
set your mark on this earth, and rise to meet the challenge
of a new beginning.

darling beautiful, never settle.
as long as you can believe that you are enough,
that's all you'll ever need.

continue to stretch out your hand,
grasp reality just a little too tightly,
and make it bow at your feet.

you are the ruler of your own fantasy,
my dear darling beautiful.
never lose sight of where you're going.

i have a painted skyline above my head when i go to sleep.
it reminds my dreams to never soar any lower
then above the clouds.