Kite
I would give you paper wings,
If I could, and let you soar
High above me.
I’d keep you on a string like a kite,
Cut the string and you float away.
Would you stay?
If you had your freedom
Would you leave me behind,
So fast – I’d be left spinning in your wake?
I hope its not so,
I hope you’d stay of your own accord.
But i think, if a stiff breeze blew through,
You’d jump at the chance to fly,
So high, away.
You’d leave me chasing behind,
Running in circles.
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