On a Trip

Riding the northern wind,
I drift o'er snow covered peaks.
Sailing over high mountain tops
I find my home of peace.
 

Through heavy eyelids, I look before me.
Peer into darkened sky.
Gazing at the timeless stars,
I fear that I may die.
 

I plummet down a million miles
and sink deep into the sea.
Look at the hidden treasures of the world.
my sorrow drowns me,
 

I cry for all I shall not see.