Balloons - they look happy blown up, don't they?
A force pushing out - I wonder where from.
Fatigued and stretched till they lose shape -
Someone else's dreams pushed in too hard.
Good balloons don't come down, do they?
They rise and be pretty, smart and beyond reproach.
Rise till the clouds start constricting their pretty facade
Out of sight and unseen, they blow up beyond repair.
