Parasite

The sky looks at me,
As though I hold
The answers to
All the questions that
Circulates through the clouds.

Though I am not the key
To the lock that
You possess,
I am the control;
I am the mind;
A parasite.
One that feeds
On the human soul
But soon evaporates
When satisfied

However,
Because The sky is so vast
And the color is as blue
As the ocean,
The curiosity and
Yearning to reach you
Is unstoppable.

I cannot get myself
To stop wanting to climb
Up to you
To give the
Comfort and security
Needed

On the contrary,
These habits I
Have obtained are
Unchangeable
And consistent.

Will I cliff hang
Or continue towards
endless, infinite
Nothingness?