We are islands But never too far - Mike Oldfield

You're out in the cold,
Sometimes,
As far as you can see,
Misty.
You want to run
Into the sun,
The road is lost,
Sand shifty.
But suddendly, out of the blue,
Some kind of magic
Pushes you through!
You don't know when,
How or why,
But someday can take off, fly!

The writing on the wall at North Point
Speaks to a silent room
They shut the bars down, leave you to the gloom

And in the deepest dark
You come to a maze, in the night,
The fading twilight...
And you shiver the glistening path
Where you know you're crazy to go...