Helium balloon


Why I Am Not a tiny little ball of hydrogen as long as I get rid of it supple thin line to get into the free sky so far away from the earth can no longer worry if I was heart sick that a tiny little balloon when I did not get rid of it supple thin line into the vast sky at a loss I will not be floating around my whereabouts and that the impurities of life the same way I will move toward pressure to crush until I choked back my heart footer and fragments of body and mind only the wind and fell and could not find shelter where I wish I was not that a little tiny balloon is even more supple with no beam of thin line I would suffer with tired I stand by my freedom where the ground is sad place in my life