wb :

i am as a kite, in the swirlstreams a windwaltzing rover
a mothlike destruction- attracted and drawn to my tether
a lord and a master of all that i flit and fly over
but held to the earth by a string of the fates from land under

i am as a fish, in the ocean of purest of azure
dimensionless seas to a naked and natural swimmer
but swimming above, wanly watching the water's edge waver
and looking at shimmering surfaces, filled full of wonder

i am as a man when he tramples and crushes a clover
uncertain if luck will forsake him for his misdemeanour
though while deep in thought, the question i press and i ponder
i stare at the leaves, while ignoring the fresh-blooming flower

if fate is my mistress, then irony must be my lover-
for i cannot love one and not be seduced by the other.

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