Question

Look.
Up There.
What do you see?

The Sky?
The ceiling?
What is there for you?
A crack in the plaster?
Or a cloud filled with rain?

The Sky on a clear day.
Is it a sea of calm?
Or an ocean of tears?
What is it that lights up your world?
The banks of pulsing fluorescent lights?
Or a sun, bright with freedom?

A Cloud.
Does it have a silver lining?
Or does it weep with you?
Or is it a tumbling mass of air and water?

Look.
Up There.
What do you see?

The darkness.
A sinister, stifling cloak?
A welcome shield that hides you from the world?
An infinite panorama of possibilities?

Who is the person that hides behind your eyes?
Who is it I see?
Who is in there, that longs to be set free?
Perhaps you cannot see within?

Then look to the ceiling,
The Sky,
The Night,
The Rain,
The Clouds,
The Plaster,
The Light.

Look.
Up There.
What do you see?