Thank you seroquel xr,
The landing is in sight,
The turbulence has past,
And I see the ground.

Still flying,
Still feeling the wind,
Passing beneath my wings,
I see the flowers of the field.

I'm not them,
They are not me,
We are separate,
But connected too.

I sense the change,
Calm and stable,
Are these winds,
As I land in the middle.