Just wondering about how I see
The kinetic energies circling around as if I’m
Waiting to jump into a crowd
Keeping pieces of me spread throughout the city
Jubilation comes to those that see the irony of kites flown in the Air in junction of what we cannot do without wings
We watch it become a Knick knack as we grow
Junk in a closet to never fly again
Knowing one day we will miss it
As we joust through life