Learning to fly

Into the distance, a ribbon of black. Stretched to the point of no turning back. A flight of fancy on a windswept field. Standing alone my senses reeled. A fatal attraction holding me fast, how. Can I escape this irresistible grasp? Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies. Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I ice is forming on the tips of my wings. Unheeded warnings, I thought I thought of everything. No navigator to guide my way home. Unladened, empty and turned to stone A soul in tension that's learning to fly. Condition grounded but determined to try. Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies. Tongue-tied and twisted just an earth-bound misfit, I Above the planet on a wing and a prayer, My grubby halo, a vapour trail in the empty air,Across the clouds I see my shadow fly out of the corner of my watering eye. A dream unthreatened by the morning light could blow this soul right through the roof of the night. There's no sensation to compare with thisSuspended animation, A state of bliss

Pink Floyd