passenger

[cacian]

being a passenger
of life
i wonder about kites
do they fly so high
to catch up with
light?
their journey so bright
they mingle with the mights
or do they hover
the clouds
to make up
they're out?
vertigo gets them rowd
atmospheric slouch
i guess i am
nowt
my balance is
a breeze
i sail through
the winds
knowing i can
sing
landing to a hymn
easy is my wing