Looking Up

-There is this thing up In the deep, of the sky Persistently it passes by - Optimists claim Forever it shall return... But I, I wonder; How long can it continue to burn? When I was so very young Not a true worry, did I know For of nowhere did I have need to go - Then came along Maturity Leaving me discontent anywhere to stay... And always wanting, for a far better way. The burning in my soul Took my youth, yet keeps coming back Trying to enlighten the trust I so lack - Dispair attempts to snuff it all out While I hope to be strong... And Truth come to discover...before I am entirely gone. There- way up there- is a bird in the sky Freely flying, so very high Does he look up at the sun, Does he wonder if it will ever be done - Or does he simply reach out in faith to touch the heat Understanding one must risk the burn... If one wants to feel life's eternal heart beat?