That place you go, you know the one,
that place you go to be alone
I ' ve seen you there from time to time
nursing your memories as you play the mime
I view this drama from afar as you
place your memories into your Memory Jar
You spin and jump and move about
as you put them in and take then out
what a price to the piper you must pay
as you dance about on his gossamer stage
then you return to me with a mysterious smile
never knowing I knew you were gone for awhile.

There was a time I thought I could fly
I don't know how and I don't know why.
I touched the stars in a moonlit sky
and pinched the clouds as I flew by.
That was back then when I thought I could fly.

Lighthearted and wonderous I was in awe
to chase a comet across the sky.
Larks and eagles were my best friends
along with a hawk and an occasional wren.

I flew to Egypt then to Spain, to the great
                         China wall then home again. I raced along with thundering
storms , teasing the lighting and riding the wind.
When I thought I could fly, that was back then.

As all journeys must start all journeys must end
We can all travel about if only within.
I plunged thru the heavens end over end
never stopping to ask the why or the when.
That was way back, back when I was Ten.