Ceilings

A short poem about my opinion on limits.

Many people say
"The sky is the limit!"
but I disagree.
My limit is the ceiling.

The sky isn't tangible.
The sky never ends.
I understand my limits.
They stop somewhere.

As much as I'd love to,
I know I can't do it all.
And you know what?
That doesn't discourage me.

I don't want to fly forever.
I'd rather hit the ceiling.
Then, when I do reach it,
I'll just build it higher.