Lying still, my mind is wandering.
My body still too weak to move.
So up and out the open window, we float,
My mind and me.

Soaring high above the clouds.
The wind is gushing through my hair.
The house behind is but a dot, we still go high,
My mind and me.

Where to now? Which road to take?
The signposts point all ways.
North or South, or East or West.
We soar o’er all, my mind and me.

The sun it beckons “Come this way”
Where things are sweet and ripe.
We pay no heed, have no regrets.
My mind and me.

Further onwards into space.
Where is the world we left behind?
It is gone and we are free.
My mind and me.

(Written May 1966)