Twists and Turns

Here I go again,
like a rushing stream
cruising through the plains,
like a defiant eagle
gliding through the air,
like a lone ship
sailing in rough seas,
like a shooting star
blazing in your night sky.

I’m a kite cut loose,
stolen by the winds,
flying past the edges of pain,
while you complain in vain
of twists and turns
and how your world burns.