If I was a kite
I'll fly along the sky
I'll be red, big and bright
enough to catch your eye
But you won't ever see me, even though you try
For you are merely the mirror of the sun
And before the night wheels into day, I'll fly
while you, my moon are always on a run
If I was a kite
I'll fly along the sky
I'll swim into the night
Just to catch your eye
Philosophical cow dung on the life of little Ms. Imperfectly Fine.