The air up above is better than there

The places we see, the people we stare

As we walk far along, the sightings we see

Are of mystery things, if we dare look ahead.

In the darkest of nights, the cruelest of colds

Are the ones in our hearts, the feelings that froze

When we're too blind to see, our eyes glued to the stars

The shivers inside, isolation composed.

But we dream farther still, though they tell us goodbye

And leave us in the field for our feelings to fly

Someday we'll be there, above with the stars,

But today I am here with the wanting to try.

Dr. Seuss