The plane is an airbrush painting , with some wind efects on a photograph of a sky . The journey through life is different for everyone . I have found in the 52 years of my life this is how I have learned to fly . not by choice but by need . The insperation of course comes from my most favorite group Pink Floyd , we used to call them plink ployd in the early seventys . That is befor they became known , as well as they are now I sure wish I could have went to there new concert in Hyde Park 2nd of July . It was for poverty I hope everyone there had a grrrrreat time . I sure miss there music .Maby It will be a start for more concerts . Thank you of viewing and your comments ~~~GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR Into the distance, a ribbon of black Stretched to the point of no turning back A flight of fancy on a windswept field Standing alone my senses reeled A fatal attraction holding me fast, how Can I escape this irresistible grasp? Can't keep my eyes from the circling skies Tongue-tied and twisted Just an earth-bound misfit, Ice is forming on the tips of my wings Unheeded warnings, I thought , I thought of everything No navigator to guide my way home Unladened, empty and turned to stone A soul in tension that's learning to fly Condition grounded but determined to try Below the planet on a wing and a prayer, My grubby halo, a vapour trail in the empty air, Across the clouds I see my shadow fly Out of the corner of my watering eye A dream unthreatened by the morning light Could blow this soul right through the roof, and out of my site. Of course I had to change a few words , I hope you have a good flight on your stormy night. JIMMY