Kite in a Tree

I am the child behind my black and lowered eyes I am the abandoned road that still somehow survives I’d love to, you’d love it too, but we’re not going to I’d want to, you want it too, but we’re not going to I am the unsent letters, petals falling off The unread poetry, love with no place to go I’d like to, you’d like it too, but we’re not going to I’d feel to, you feel it too, but we’re not going to We’ll burn like suns at noon We’ll turn to flowers soon Don’t hesitate, come through When I’m in need of you I am the bubbled thoughts and other tools of trade I am the “gone too far” without going anywhere I’m still there, you’re somewhere too, and where we’re going to? I’m still there, you’re somewhere too, and where we’re going to?