Still Tired

I am still tired.

You can't seem to escape from the heights.

I am also a flying kite let out to follow you.
The string is being let out as I soar higher to meet you up there.

I want to come down together with you.
Calm down. Land.

Is your ascent a pathway away from troubles below
The surface?

My body aches as I attempt to soar and my head tells me to
Try to see for both of us now.

I see endless sky and forget about asking why...

Let the wind blow you down with mine.
Let the strings gently tug at your consciousness.
Let the sand be our friend.

As we hear the crashing wave
Let us be brave
To look at another level of this earth we call home.