Kites catch breezes
They soar high in the sky.
But something catches them,The bratty child holding the string
Stopping the kite
From flying high
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We're reserved
We're quiet
We shield ourselves
From the outside world
We're dark
Like the end of a neverending tunnel
We're mysterious
Like jumping shadows out of the corner of you eye
We're relaxed
Like the slow strides of the ocean
We're aloof
We're a little too thoughtful
We have pools of emotions
Locked up tight
We do these things
Because nobody asked
So we never bothered to explain
We're not enigmatic by choice
But by adaptation
