Me, myself, and the sky.

Maybe I can touch the ground.
And yes I am called alive.
Maybe I walk between you.
Maybe I try to survive.

But the world, 

I can see it all down there.

With my bird eye into nothing I stare.

I wonder our next is where?

Where, its not the world, not even the distance i'de fear.

And all the worries just disappear.

And I don't care if anything is either far or near

I just love to be here.

Raising my hand up high,

the sound of a flowing life,

the wind between my fingers dive.

closing my eyes and dreaming of this moment
I break free .. .

And I will fly.. away

Far away,

Where it's only me, myself, and the sky.