A Bridge

There's a great blue sky that seems so vast.
They say that it is limitless.
But I don't understand.
I can see that,
There are clouds.
There are planes.
There are birds.
There are bugs.
But most importantly I see a blue ceiling
that I cannot touch.
They say,
seeing is believing.
But I have learned
From the words of this world,
There is no limit,
to the sky.

This poem is about: 
Me

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