uncharted

There are times when "going" calls
And I must be on my way.
I cannot wait for night to fall
Or go another day.

My feet begin, and I end up
Where I should fear to tread.
My legs are fine. They're not mixed up.
The trouble's in my head.

So let alarms hail my leave,
If I can just be free.
For a while there'll be a slight reprieve
For my aluminum foil and me.

Bev Bryant from In Search of Wings

UNCHARTED FLIGHT