When they tell you to bring your head
down from above, just let them know
you’re still aware of the world below

Just because you hold no dread
in watching the skies above doesn’t mean
common sense has failed to convene

For while you persist in looking above,
you take the stars in laboured love,
feeling the air in wispy strands
where concepts prosper within your hands–
and there, outside, the inner world
the lives flourish, that you unfurled.