kite my kite
flying high
it took the dreams
it took the gold
it took the blood
it went to china
sud den ly
i wanna cry
why why
(it got loose off my hand oh so gently
later on i thought it had slipped purposedly
from my clasp and i ran the slope down
the sand bogging my every leap
i went directly splashing into the water
and started swimming after the loose string
seemingly hovering but drifting away
toward the high seas
and for a moment i knew i’d catch it
even as i heard familiar voices calling
to let it go
and then i saw the string no more
just my kite growing small and shinning
in the last rays of one hot
afternoon sun
with waves breaking ever close to my head
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