I fly through the wind,
Pushed and pulled in every direction.
I start to get comfortable going one way,
Only to be spun around in the opposite one.
I spin in circles, desperately lost.
The wind carries me higher, higher,
Until I can't see the ground.
I dangle my hand,
Wishing someone would grab me,
Pull me to the ground,
Save me.
Instead, I spin, and spin, and spin,
As this symphony of wind screams in my ears.
I heard a song say 'kite' and my mind started twirling. :-P