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I stepped out onto my terrace, let the cool morning air wash over me, it was glorious
Closed my eyes, dreamed a deep dream of peace, as the wind swept me away
And did I fly....over hills, valleys and along the white alabaster cliffs of my childhood
I saw the sense to everything that I was, everything I could, should and would have been
Ah, but this be no time to wallow in the past, because I have a definite purpose
And even if no one else ever sees it, I'll see it, I'll live it, I will prevail, regardless of vexation
There but for the grace of God, go I....mine own destiny lies in the things I allow to be
My flight brought me back to earth, landing ever so gently in my heart
If my misbegotten soul should be so lucky as to find my opposite number, my distant mirror, then what I was, what I am, what I can be, will have some continuity
But careful go I amid the possibilities of failure and demise, ever aware that nothing is certain
Well, the only certainty is uncertainty....for tomorrow is promised to no one
May the winds of destiny be my conduit to a greater, more thorough understanding that lies within me
For only then, shall I realize what is and what shall be and only then, will I find me
If verity be the purpose, if there is someone for everyone, let it not be in vain I seek
Yes, if it is a verity, that I be a part of someone's life, I shall continue to soldier on to find her
Somehow, some way....somewhere | 
