Use my sky. It might be slightly tarnished from previous times when I have walked across a cloud and slipped through, missed my cue, not understood the rules.
You can use my sky: you can polish it by the way you walk into my life. How that may be considering all possibilities and probabilities, you would need to learn to read between the stars, to see the moon by day.
Use my sky, but don’t take it. I still need it most of the time. There is plenty of room for you.