“I was trying to daydream, but my mind kept wandering.” Stephen Wright

Up in the sky is where I fly.

Out of sight like a run away kite.

With a tensionless string I fly at whim.

I float and fly and ascend until the ground seems like pretend.

But with no one below to help me soar, I cannot fly high anymore.

My string becomes caught and at once, again, taut.

With no one at ground I fall to earth, bound.