Childless Kite

Childless Kite -------------- If I see the horizon, does that mean I can reach it? Because sight is not enough when the years sprint by like a bullet in the night. Slicing through your sacred life, wavering like candlelight. An invisible incubator cradling you tight, slowly unravels like a childless kite. And before you know it the horizon's gone 'find another one' ... I might, ... I might.