I'm off to fly with Johnathan to find the perfect wind.
Letting go of this lifes details and begin to begin again.
Soaring over memories, letting go of them at last.
Free to see where I can be unhindered by my past.
Skipping to the future, through time so wide and vast.
Not caring where I go next, I just want to get there fast.
So let me be, don't grieve for me, this time is at an end.
The limits of your thinking will bring you here again.
And maybe you will see me soring high above,
or maybe you will feel me touching you with love.
Now time no longer holds me back, perfection set me free.
For in this place where I now belong I can finally say …..