Have you ever noticed a kite?
How it soars up in the sky,
Changing speed and direction,
Depending on the air.
Well, that's how I feel,
Unsettled,
Liable to change.
Soaring high one minute,
Playing within the clouds.
Flying low the next.
Yet, always on a leash,
Not able to be free.
When too much freedom comes my way,
To be reeled back in,
And put away,
Trapped.
Back within the cupboard,
Within the shadows,
Waiting for the next time,
To play.
The next time,
I'm almost free.

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