Flying Kites

Beauty touches my eyes with every glance,
Willingly I live by leaving everything to chance,
They assume my pawns have a weak stance,
But they are unaware that that's just how i dance.
Everyday I watch those ponies prance,
Across meadows and jumping that fence,
Their free and seem to make more sense,
While I'm here merely staring through a lense.

My heart strums its own strings and chords,
Trying to open all those locked doors,
Everyday searching for light through nailed boards,
It is not a hobby nor is it because I am bored.
I live in a world with castles and forts,
Battles and wars won by godly lords,
A petite elf watching mortals slaying boars,
What will she say when she returns to the courts?

Daily i laugh and smile at this game of dice,
Thinking; why do we all gamble away our main prize?
Thinking; how long till we face our own lies?
It wont be too soon till we hear tortured cries.
I'm impatiently waiting for the days of our lives,
When you and i can stop chasing petty mice,
And instead we could just lie on the grass...
and stare at flying kites.