Floating up towards the sun, without wings I can’t follow.

I gave up the chase around noon.

Why run after a heart so big yet so hollow?

I’m glad it was just a balloon.

 

For if I’d taken a risk for a heart so real

and followed without caution or care,

I may have found myself in a place nonideal,

lost in the  middle of no where.

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