some nights i dream that i am kite

i fly through the air, carefree and free

but the storm comes and

the sky whips at me and i fall to the ground

i fall and i do not move – i cannot move.

other nights i dream that i am a plane

my pilots are good, they know what to do

but the hail comes and

it shoots at me from every direction

it destroys my engines and my wings

and the sky whips at me and i fall

i burst into flames and i do not move - i cannot move

but most times, i daydream of a touch

i do not know whose, i do not know how

but i dream of this touch and it makes me feel

it sends chills down my spine and gives me warmth

but the rain comes, the touch disappears

the warmth fades and coldness seeps in

like water to a sponge

the sky cries and lashes out to me

with thunders and lightning and i am left alone

i am alone and cold

i do not move - i cannot move.

i dream and the sky dreams with me

 but the sky robs me of my dream

and then leaves me with static

and my static dreams.

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