I am walking on
hard stones
Looking for
open roads
But there are no neon
signs lit tonight
Nothing to prepare me for
this inevitable flight
Up, up, up
I go
On the way,
in the air to roam
No longer seeing road…
Bring me down,
Pull me back
Head strong and looking
Avoiding the circular track
Nothing to better me
but myself and my own
and this life, for now
I'll call my own