I am a bird of passage,
a swallow in flight
higher and higher,
I cut through the clouds,
to the eye of the blazing Sun,
then dive into the storm,
lightning zinging my tail feathers
my heart beating away
Always in flight,
solid ground feels wrong
in movement forward,
leaving the past far, far behind
Free to go wherever I want
Free to stop wherever I want
With every middle landing
somehing is forever lost
something is always gained
My home is unknown
My destination undetermined
What do I want?
What do I need?
Who am I?
Who do I want to be?
Keeping my eyes on the horizon
and my heart in today
I am constantly
in transit, for a soul
