and the journey's over only if you want it to be

Tonight when people get home ,they'll be greeted by barking dogs and screaming kids.

At night,the stars will come out of their day-time hiding places and shine bright.

And among these lights, one shining brighter than the rest,

will be my wingtip.

Into the night sky I fly, there are others who fly with me. All around me ,above and below,everywhere.

And the journey goes on,the goal is not the destination.It does not matter where you fly to,its simply all about flight.The sheer thrill that comes form feeeling the air rush under your wings,or the high that you get from seeing the earth fall away,people and problems tiny in proportion, inconsequential.

And the journey goes on.The skies are now a crisp clear blue,cloudless and sunny like a lazy summer's day.the warm thermals rise out of the earth that is now nothing but a speck of brown below you. The heated air hits your wings and you soar higher and higher. Others who flew with you for so long,now below,waiting patiently for the thermals with their name on it.So high above,alone,a master of your will,there is but one word for that great feeling....GODlike.

And then come the storms,unfailing and unmerciful.the wrath of the gods unleashed from the skies.Gone is the blue,replaced by grey.Grey that echoes cold fear from the hollow depths of your very soul.And then there is rain,

You flap harder,fight it all.Suddenly you feel the acrid metallic taste rise deep from within you and for the first time ,taste fear.And still you keep fighting ,fight the unrelenting winds and the torrential rain,

And then you fall,twisting and turning in a relentless spiral, falling into the lap of the earth, battered and wounded,you turn around and look back up into the sky that was once yours.

Defeat lies not in falling,but in refusing to spread your wings again.The skies shall clear,the wings shall mend,stronger this time-flesh,sinew and muscle wound tighter together than before.The journey is yours alone to make. The sky is yours again for the taking...

and the journey's over only if you want it to be.