Time is a state of mind

Sunday morning and I take a plane to Spain and when I come back again age makes no difference.

I travel on my back to China to meet the same people that I left behind. Still smiling they make me even warmer than before.

I go up north where snow owns the world and I know the linings of an iceberg as well as the inside of my own pocket.

Ageless.

Sorrowless.

Spaceless.