My heart is pounding
I can feel the jitter inside
Once again it's time to fly.
And conceal at a remote destination
The waxing moon tells me
To look for new inspiration.
So I look up to the sky
Bright lights are fading in the twilight
The city and its noisy crowds
Make me want to chase
A caravan of clouds.
Up in the air the wind tells tales
Of a secret lair, they say as above so below
I'm looking for a quiet place to go.
And rest my heated heart for salvation
Let my mind wander off for recreation.
From album " This Is DelaDap "