Attempts to develop the creative poetic portions of my brain.
Kites adorn the atmosphere,
They fly high though tethered here,
Distance makes them disappear,
Do they feel the pain of fear?
If kites fear to fly too high,
Why do they identify,
As a kite, do they comply,
With peer pressure we supply?
If kites don't find what they seek,
At altitude, do they freak?
If kites could learn, would they speak,
Their truth masked by tongue in cheek?