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Memories of a Balloon
I am a popped balloon
I certainly was popped too soon
I’m deflated and sad, it’s really too bad
My lofty life is now in ruin
I feel so used and frankly abused
I’ve been twisted and pulled and shaped into things
Stretched to capacity and tied up with strings
Why couldn’t you have left me right there with my friend
Instead you propelled me to this dreadful end
Why do we fool ourselves that this is love
Perhaps it is the feeling of being high above
Looking down, bouncing around, on a cloud of air
Oh yes, oh yes, I remember being there
Again we allow ourselves to get pumped up, just to be deflated
But oh when I’m up... I feel so elated
I can do anything, anything, anything at all
I can even float gracefully during the fall
But when it’s all over and I’ve done everything
I hope I get recycled as an airplane wing
This way I can take to the sky once again
Soar high and free and remember back when…
original work by T ' Renee 4/1/14
