Ce n'est pas la vraie vie

I built a kite for you, so you could look up,
smile again
I tied a long string to it, so it could fly
with a false sense of freedom
I manipulated the wind, stirred a feud,
the kite and the breeze
I couldn't keep it, eventually I let go,
hoping it would cross the seas
I tied a note to it, hoping somewhere, is someone like me

It didn't get too far,
guess it was just meant to be

Painting by Terry Rafferty - with kind permission, phew, she likes it :)