Here

soaring, flying through the air going someplace yet nowhere hair is whipping round my face where am I? what is this place? I cannot see,where must I be? am I really truly free? cannot stand, cannot sit take me where it is you see fit last I knew I was with you but can this place also be true? or am I just imagining what I wish you were feeling? I am with you right here right now I’m out of time. now take a bow