He thought …
How sad is a kite
that cannot fly, when not connected
not part of two that dance in the breeze with it
no winds to lift it skywards
it is a piece of scrap that trails the ground
it brings no joy, no laughter, just frustration
where is the chase in this monstrosity, he fumed
so he stood at the shore
and alone,
tried to breathe life into it.
a dawn bird
A Shared Space 
How sad indeed, but somehow – hope
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The flip side of hope is delusion. Takes courage or a good reality bite to distinguish!
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Yes, too many I work with in that boat.
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Yes familiar scenario.
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Indeed
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