just wanted to try it
got addicted
never really meant it
but it tasted good
my head in the clouds
to high
kissing stars
losing contact to the ground
had to cut the cord
had to leave
but you couldn’t
couldn’t let me go
couldn’t stop holding me
don’t you know I’m like the wind
a bird trying to fly
following the blast
a kite without cord,
without control
just following the storm.
And don’t you know?
Kites have to fly
