The mind travels far above the clouds,
where the skies are dark and the stars shone bright.
Flying through space and time,
Like a meteor exploding and flying out of control.
With no designated path it flew,
As the imagination starts to grow like wild fire.
It has no end nor beginning,
for it is as vast as the cosmos itself.
It merely depends on how far,
You are willing to let it fly and let its trails lead a way.
Never letting go of a child’s dream,
Was the only mistake i didn’t make for myself.
Because it has brought me to now,
Even though there ain’t nothing yet to see or believe,
It is still on its path, for it will go further than anything that has ever gone before.
Skysailing 