Books, Charts and VORs
By Cheryl D. Wallace, 1996 (biscuit@bconnex.net)

                Desire of the unknown
                A need to follow the fear
                As I reach for the throttle
                The walls all disappear

                This need is my own
                To fly my bird of prey
                We chase the demons below
                And watch them scurry away

                I question the meaning of time
                Held boundless by my hands
                Desire allows me to climb
                To the only place I understand

                Knowledge comes from within
                The purpose becomes a demand
                Books, charts, and VORs
                Navigate me to who I am

                Fear of being earthbound
                A need to dispel the fear
                I call this cabin home
                The sky my own frontier

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