I think about my life, where I used to be and where I am right now.
How all of a sudden white turned into black and how I did not notice it while it was still gray.
How I used to say that I will never dip even a single finger into the mud.
But right now, my hands are so filthy.
How I did not notice I've been playing on that dirty mud for a long time.
How I got here so up high but dirty.
How I became so busy with all these filthy mundanes and forgot about God whom I said I would never dare to forget... nor even try.
How I realized that the more I get higher reaching the sky the more the distance between me and God became wider and longer.
So I finally realize that... the sky isn't heaven... it is just blue.
Just blue.