Oh, look! My kite is flying high
A flag of freedom in the sky
A brave explorer sailing where
No other soul would dare to fare

I wonder, can it see me here
from heights of virgin stratosphere
I think perhaps I look so small
I'm barely visible at all

upon the sea, a dot of white
a fleck of paint to a flying kite

Oh, soaring kite, I hold your will
I'm happy, yet, I'm saddened, still
That I should keep you tethered so
I wonder should I let you go

...if so, in days, our tiny boat
might pass you by, a-sea, afloat

...if no, then soon, your freedom's lost
and parity will bear the cost

...this quandary of compromise
means either rule or friendship dies

I guess I'll let you take more string
while we are pondering this thing