It is difficult, dear sir,
For yourself to fathom faeries
When the sky is the limit
And the sky is out of reach
And the sky is visible off the ground

But we’ve been to the sky
And we’ve been through the sky
Rethought what’s a limit
And found what’s a bound
It is not a line or an angry man
Nor a DO NOT ENTER zone

Those things are slingshots
That push us into space
So the sky is not the limit
Not with flying paper planes
And a walking vegetable does not exist
Because you haven’t seen him with your eyes

So no, my sir,
The vision from this place
Is not the reality of that space
We do not have to be there
To know something lives there
Some things breathe inside the mind
And come alive only when we allow
Them space to exist

It’s a little thing we can do
I promise — you can try!
You can snap a finger
And sew with the fabric of your time.
Magic is not elusive
If you have sparks in your eyes

The world would be too boring
If what is visible were all the truth
But for us (we fell lucky)
An idea never lies.