Distance

Is there a measure for the space that marks
The transit that a life may take
From then to now?
Because still I cannot find the point
This journey turned wrong.
Guideposts do not point up. 
The native does not need them,
The outsider does not belong.

From below, distance is vast.
And yet this is one thing 
About the ground:
Sky. You can dream free. 
After climbing you always look down
Because the apple, they say
Does not fall far from the tree.
The distance is only the thickness of skin.
Peel me and see.