neither here nor there

im like a broken-stringed kite
floating aimlessly in the wind,
im a fleeting form of emotions
for i know i'd never touch solid ground.

i long for that one moment,
where my owner would pull back on my string,
nail me to the ground,
where i soar and fly,
safe and protected.

now im out,
for the adventure of my life,
aimless,
yet somehow deep down im yearning,
for those goals,
for that hand.

I'm soaring,
free and independent,
out to face the cold harsh world,
one cold night i was hit by a storm,
the wind merciless,
leaving me cold and wet; the rain.

then i bumped into all types of kites,
they had lost their owners too,
and each and every one of them had a tale to tell.

a tale sadder then mine,
a tale of difficulties, embarrassment, rejection, failure.
every kite had a tale to tell.

so i sat and listen,
deep in thoughts,
yet i pushed my tales aside,
eager to listen and sympathize.

then i went away with the wind again,
alone.
solitary, my best companion.

for in these solitary moments,
my thoughts are my entertainment.
im learning and adapting to this solitary life.

this kite will keep on soaring in this sky,
till one day either it breaks or it's owner pulls back on it's string.