Journal of a Spaced-Out Brain -poetry-

Kites adorn the atmosphere,
They fly high though tethered here,
Distance makes them disappear,
Do they feel the pain of fear?

If kites fear to fly too high,
Why do they identify,
As a toy, do they comply,
With peer pressure we supply?

If kites don't find what they seek,
If they learned, like me, to freak,
At altitude, would they speak,
In truths masked by tongue in cheek?