With the fairest of breezes,
off I go! I take to flight.
A silken twine holds me fast
looking back, it leads to you.
You, only you hold the twine,
I rise further to the sky
until no sight of you's left,
still, the twine holds me to you.
Drunkenly I ride the breeze
knowing that you set my course.
I reach for the high-up clouds
and then strain against your grasp.
Soon whipping winds have me caught,
and they sing upon the twine.
A song we both hear and know,
a sorrowful, wailing song.
Damage done - the string does part
and I flail within a cloud,
leaving you there, holding twine.
Stringy, stretched, useless twine.
You stand there, left wondering
and I'm lost within the sky.
The twine floats back, back to you
and I'm numb without it there.
Away I fall lost to you
as I crash upon some tree,
leaving you with tangled twine -
the folly of flying kites.
Aug 20, 2010
Aug 20, 2010 at 4:16 PM UTC
With the fairest of breezes,
off I go! I take to flight.
A silken twine holds me fast
looking back, it leads to you.
You, only you hold the twine,
I rise further to the sky
until no sight of you's left,
still, the twine holds me to you.
Drunkenly I ride the breeze
knowing that you set my course.
I reach for the high-up clouds
and then strain against your grasp.
Soon whipping winds have me caught,
and they sing upon the twine.
A song we both hear and know,
a sorrowful, wailing song.
Damage done - the string does part
and I flail within a cloud,
leaving you there, holding twine.
Stringy, stretched, useless twine.
You stand there, left wondering
and I'm lost within the sky.
The twine floats back, back to you
and I'm numb without it there.
Away I fall lost to you
as I crash upon some tree,
leaving you with tangled twine -
the folly of flying kites.
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