The Kite With Its Wind

Smoke stinging the eyes
Why is there wind?
Blowing back thoughts
But thinking is sinking
Believe in believing
It only is just comfort
Like pillows on the sofa
Like a beer after work
That simple smile
Nothing behind it
No political agenda
Nothing surrounding it
It's standing on its own
It's wiser than wisdom
Like trees that've grown
Big enough for its own kingdom
Up high like the colorful kite
Feel proud of flying it
But suddenly the string snaps
The kite with its wind