The Sky Isn’t the Limit

You might think I’m just a fifth-teen-year-old boy
With blonde hair
and blue eyes
But I know I am more
way more than that
I am not a helicopter
nor a U.F.O
But a Jet Plane
Soaring to my potential
when I am excited and ecstatic
I fly faster and faster
among fluffy, white clouds, and migrating birds in a arrow-like formation
I create awe in all who see
But, I run out of creative juices needed to run my engine
I begin my sorrowful decent back
to the dark and dreary
the wretched and wrong
and I sit stranded
With sadness creeping up my cockpit
clawing to get in
Until I take a deep breath and fire-up my engines to start again
The blonde haired, blue eyed boy is a Jet Plane
and the sky isn’t the limit for him.