Perhaps a balloon

i believe that balloons are free
even tied to strings
they rise above me
i'm pretty sure they want the sun
and ignore the clouds of everyone
i might be mistaken
perhaps not of wit
but if there's a race to the sky
i want to be part of it
perhaps a balloon
has nothing to lose
leaving the ground behind
the problem it seems
when i let go the string
it gets to fly. . . i have to climb

© Gerry Mattia 2024
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