Flying Solo
When I like to go away,

there is a place I go.

I'm not sure where it is,

but it's a place that I know.

It could be a flower field

somewhere in the hills.

Or, I could be laying in bed

not doing anything,

covers over my head.

I could be thinking of yesterday

and just missing you.

Or, thinking of today

and the places I would like to travel to.

But no matter where I am,

I just always seem to know.

Things could be much worse

if I didnt have this place to go.

My mind takes me far and wide,

across the countryside

or way up in the sky.

It is then, and then alone

I come to terms with things.

Things that bring me down

or send me way up high.

Then it is me that I am,

and that is all I need.

I am a free spirit,

flying solo in the lead!




Written by:  S. Matheson
11/23/2003