The Open Kite

I soar above you little people
Who can't express feelings as I 
I float on by
And watch you cry
With your soul, you're way out of touch

My pattern is flawed and I concede
That ideas, they sometimes need work
But I carry on
My emotional con
And I never say no, for it's such

A shame to embellish these thoughts I may have
Of fairy tales, imagination galore
The stories I weave
And I keep up my sleeve
For a rainy day, when its too much