The Kite Again

Can I fly the kite again, So high With the wind tugging at its tail And watch with feelings Know not in this hood? Can I make a plane Out of this sheet again And will my cares to the wind As its fans wheel about the yard? Oh I wish I could build an unsinkable boat With the shield of 2B's pages again And navigate the River-drum Like Lander and John When life calls With unsolvable riddles! Oh I wish I could roll my jeep Made out of the wheel Round and round the street again And sweat off the stress That sag this adulthood! Life in its tender stage Is filled to the brim And need no sage To soar high Just like my kite. And when it's got me deafening With its spiky melody I long for the kite again.