Welcome to the blue sky, my little ship of true blue sails, hope, sky and the sea. Bravely sailing above sundering waters and questions on reality and fake.

Welcome to the blue sky ship, no crew here, only me. Questioning truths and isles of wonders.
I steer the ship all to the sun looking for the light that shades the clouds. Expectation limited, surrendered to promises.

Charting through waters, shapes and rocks unknown. Some kind of accord in the horizon.
There is nobody here; I can sense a shout, except the blue sky.
Perhaps a delusion of anticipation or a vision of blue in the globe of grey.

Welcome to the blue sky ship; no crew here, no captain, no compass, only me. Hope, sky and the sea.

Narrow rifts and lost islands, attempts and challenges, real and fakes. Short stick islets, flawlessly divided in random proportions of hope, sky and sea. No trees ashore. No fences to skip. No gaps to disconnect. Only a blue sky ship bravely sailing above sundering waters and questions on reality and fake.

Welcome to the blue sky ship; no crew here, no captain, no compass, only me.