As I soar up here, way up high;

I look down to see where the past has taken me by.

The past is there, I see it well;

There’s much in the story I have yet to tell.

The past I see shows me so much;

If I reach out to feel it, I cannot touch.

Experience taught me so much in life,

I always wanted to avoid strife.

Hiding in that closed off shell;

I thought it would protect but it was more like hell.

As I gaze down over my present days,

I struggle to see through all the haze.

Clarity is what I desire,

Searching for it only makes me tire.

The future has much to do;

If only it would come into view.

I sense the joy,

That those days will bring;

I know it’s important to cut that string.

What will it be like,

Only God shall know;

What will it feel like,

As love will grow?

Where will this journey take me,

Only God can see,

Where this journey will take me.

For now, I will look to see

Only what’s before me.