Right now, I feel like a kite
Delicate, swift, light
Swept up to highest heights
Ascending above altitudes, air under my arms
Breeze blowing, I am billowing, looking down on tiny farms
Tiny houses, tiny people, tiny problems, tiny towns
For once, I'm not afraid to look down
Perhaps I shall not be Icarus, but a sylph, this time
Unencumbered by the weight of the world, flying, feeling fine
Gliding through the cirrus clouds
Sliding through the silver-lined shrouds
Elevation, elation, gyration
Pirouetting, spinning, air is thinning
Free, free, tears of joy are falling down, drizzling upon the ground, where they are dancing in the rain
