Like a Kite
If we keep going at this rate
Floating, drifting
Let the wind take us where it wants
We'll be nothing more than lost balloons
Trapped in the blue nothingness until
Some deadly force comes along and -
POP
But if we take deep breaths
In, out
Spread ourselves large and learn
To take control of the breeze
Fuel for our journey
Then, well
Then we'll soar