Anchor

I look at him and envy his freedom
He floats high
Dancing in the wind
Carried away with beautiful dreams
Flirting with the sunset
Altitude upon altitude
Never resting too long
I wonder why I wasn't formed that way.
Grounded I, recon my circumstance a prison
Instead of appreciating what it is I really am.
Because when the storms come
As storms do
It is better to be an anchor than a kite.