kite

you always do this

calling me back here,

again and again

while i have been wandering

busy being a wanderlust

exploring life

exploring self

looking and seeking for something

along the path called life

.........
you once said

i was like a colorful thin kite

that needed to be pulled

and let go freely

you are the one who always knows

when to pull

and let me fly along the wind

you know the world out there

is so sweet for me

to try my wings

and that i like the experiment of the unknown

sometimes i was hit

by the strong grumpy wind

you were still there

holding the thin rope tight

trying to pull me down

and never want to let me blow away

along the gusty wind

thank you..

you are still the one

trying to pull me back home

for pt