where the sky ends

above the ant farm of the earth
where the clouds are distant alien cities
or oceans at the top of the world,
how meaningless it all seems now,
as you fly over your own future.

where the sky ends,
the soul begins
in some vast desolate technicolor dreamland.
peace, redemption, and
- if there is such a thing as-
heaven.
we'll find it here

uwhere the sky ends

you can watch the world burn below you
a million different hues
and figure over flat nothingness
up here where the earth is not round

why do heroes and lovers
want to fly?
to leave a trail of blood
from broken hearts across the clouds?
to sweep the dying up
into the massive arms of the atmosphere?

to quiet the madness of being lonely.
being needed.
even the heroes fall
from where the sky ends.

and in this place,
it seems so strange to me.

up where the sky ends,
where my soul begins
look to the clouds to find me,
i've come back
from where you want to be.