Flying the Kite

On such a busy day
I stopped for a while
I looked outside and be amazed
the view was quite extraordinary

It had rained before
very hard
It had happened for the past three days

I was feeling a bit restless
and just wanted to scream at literally everything
to my heart I could condemn
my thoughts were contemplating
racing wildly like a lion roaming its prey

sky was filled with bunch of kites
They were green, yellow, and red
floating like they never touched the ground
swimming above the afternoon horizon
It tails were calling the lonely soul
wishing they had them accompanied

I could only cry down below
wiping some dirt off my feet
tried to jump and chase them
wasting my time
cause my feet were chained down

I did not ask for big bucks
nor did I ask a huge castle
all I wanted was to be up there
playing with my own kite.