Chin Up

Chin up, cuz the sky is blue and blue is the best color. You could tell me I'm wrong but to tell me I'm wrong would be to tell me that the sky is not my friend and then where is my chin to go but down to stare at the ground, and what's so great about the ground? Isn't it quite brown, that ground? I much prefer the sky which by now is dark, but I can't say I hate the dark, as the moon leaves its mark, on the ground below. So chin up I say. Chin up to the sky. To see the moon. To see the stars. To see the entirety of heaven looking upon you as you find your way to them, and as the morning sun rises, chin up to see what's next, because if your busy looking down, you're missing the joys ahead. So I say once more. Chin up.