So happy and bright
this little balloon.
Thought I could float.
Thought I was immune.
But not helium filled,
i'll hit the ground soon.
I was caught, by a small child's hands.
I'm fearful, this young one can't understand
That my, happiness is my illness
In their eyes:
Colorful, wonderful, blissful, blimp.
Deflating, stretchy, empty, ship.
Toss me into the air, hoping for ascension
Descend down to earth, falling in depression