Why do we say that

the sky's the limit?

the hell with the sky - 

I'm reaching for a heaven 

invisible to all but me.

it's something like a book,

if books were made of starlight

and sunshine 

woven together 

it's something like a quilt,

if quilts were fashioned 

from the sweet caress of a spring zephyr,

and the brisk kiss of a winter's gale

it's something like a hug,

if hugs thrust you past the outer reaches of conceived possibility

and cloaked you in the mystery of the universe

the sky's the limit?

i don't believe that for a second.