The Curse of the Aquarian

AIR & WATER

I am the air.

You are the earth.

I am the kite on the sky.

You are the hand holding the string.

There is no string but you still hold me.

I don't like anybody holding me back.

Though I know if you leave me I wont fly.

I know its that earth which is holding me back.

I so hate you although I won't exist without you.

I don't want to have to do anything with you.

I long for something which holds me but is not earth.

But deep down I know inside

There is nobody else except us.

Because I only see air and earth.

And you are my only hope.

I would be delighted to meet you

And I know so will you be.

But we know if we meet we will lose ourselves and perish.

Maybe we don't want to meet

We just want to co-exist... and stay in our illusion

Maybe I can just touch you and blow away some dust

For as long as I am here... my whole physical existence...

I will try to stay in the illusion that you are not earth...

My soul laments for it knows the truth

I... aquarian... is this my curse?