Look Up

With two strong hands, my friend,
You could reach out and touch the sun
Yet you root around in the dirt
And you're slowly coming undone

With your two strong legs, my friend
Your race could already be won
Yet you hobble yourself, and refuse
To ignore the potholes, and run

Your eyes are watering, my friend
From looking at the filth for too long
Raise them just once, and you'll see
Out there is where you belong

We're all of us stuck in the mud
This gutter runs slick with our tears
And above, the lonely sky waits
For one of us to confront his fears

The choice lies with you, my friend
Whether to sink with them or swim
Just raise your head and meet my eyes
This world really isn't all that grim.