When I was a kid I wanted to tear the sky the moment it became that one shade of blue Everyday, always, I wanted to reach through And meet the one who operated the damn thing I wanted to ask how-- and why he did it. How he changed the sun from red to yellow to something I couldn't see Was it a lamp that he held over the earth alighting and dimming it as he moved it over me from morning to evening How he could be so tenacious to cut pieces of moon for days and then add them back after stealing it for one night Or was he so clumsy that he broke the same lamp a little every night and made a new one with the stars --piece by piece-- after losing the former It intrigued me how he painted the vast sheet above me with so many different colours in a single day I wished only to be big enough to reach up to it, removing the fluffy clouds out of my way and tear the perfect looking palimpsest sky to go through I tried To my utter and constant disappointment, I always came up short And now, though I know how it works I wonder still if I ever will reach there.