I want to make a kite,
as big as a house ,
paint it in colors,
bright and shiny,
and fly it from a hill
with a thread that never ends.
I want to fly it so high up
and maybe fly with it.
To the never ending sky
and see the world,
the little people, their little homes,
and their little affairs.
Throw candies from above
and never let them forget
about the mysterious candy rain
and all the conspiracies that follow.
That’s how I intend to live
after I die in forest cabin.