Look up

This is for those who can't sing.

This is for those with writer's block.

This is for you.

Look up.

This is for the kids who collect change from underneath vending machines. 

This is for the science teachers who can't retire, for those who need an answer but know it anyway.

Look up.

This is for the perfectionists. This is for the medical students who never see their families and stare at the pale faces of the dead. This is for the doctor's daughters who grow up without a daddy so nobody else will ever have to see that face. 

This is for the fire fighters who can't breathe.

Look up.

This is for the old ladies who live shut up in their dusty houses, with stories to tell but no one to listen.

This is for the insomniacs sitting alone at night. This is for the forgotten. This is for you.

Look up.

Look up from your sheet music and breathe deeper. Look up from your sneakers and into the gaze of your peers. Take your tired eyes from the computer screen and up to the pieces of inspiration tacked to your wall. 

This is for the music listeners, the microwave fixers, the girls who wear too much lip gloss.

Look up.