Balloons

Balloons are so tedious.  If their strings aren't grounded the tightly to something or someone, they could float away forever.

~ Ground me down. ~

I'm holding air in like a helium balloon.

A perfect party accent flying out of the room,

Running overdrive on thoughts in my mind,

Until the point I'm lost way up in the sky.

I'm floating far above all the rest,

With every bump a different test.

Helium projects me farther away from what I face.

My mind is ticking, pretense of a different place. 

Maybe I'll float above all I want to erase.

I'm on lock down with about as much I can take.

So, I'll let myself fly away into the air

Because I've lost all sense of knowing to care.

I'm flying so high now,

Blurring out all the ants on the ground.

I've lost control and direction, 

But I'll float until I reach true perfection.

Now I'm stuck so far up in my mind.

I always say, "I'll come down some time."

But time and time come, and I fear the worst. 

It's so much easier when you're dealing out the hurt.

I think I'm waiting for someone.

Someone who knows when to come,

At a time like this when I'm in need,

Right as I forget to breath.

What I need is to get safely back to the ground.

What I need is for it to be all over now.

But air in my helium balloon keeps pulling me up.

So just grab my hand and whisper, "It'll be okay, love."