The sun burns too much

I don't know if it's only me,
but mother Oceania keeps me blue,
and makes me think of my many lives, wondering, dreaming,
leaving this place, arriving to another shore, asking more deep questions,
until we arrived to this point, in which ALMOST, all the questions are answered, but no.

To dense to be sublime, to continental to be the beautiful small I am looking for.

Will I ever hold as much as I dream of? Will I ever get to see that places reached only by my mind?

Mind only.

Beyond your senses five.