There I was stuck to my abode

Whoosh! I was gone with a gentle push

Taken away, by a friend…a foe?

            Gently I swayed, am I floating? …is this flight? 

Destiny was there to embrace me, ole!

Steadfast I was held, soaked to my very fibers, drifting…

Taken away by a friend…a foe?

         Gently I swayed, am I floating is this sailing? 

Roughed up and shaken,

I felt the warmth of lines reaching

out inviting me out yonder to a greater glory.

Having no choice I relaxed, within a calm,

 knowing this is not the end,

but the beginning of an end journey.

                                                                                                                            written by bobby