Like doves over the sea
I am finally free
The balloons held by me
Blue, red, yellow, then green
Float, float
Until out of sight
My wrist is red and sore
Someone tied the balloons too tight
They kept asking if I wanted more
And I said yes. (Why?)
I bid a fond farewell to all those colors
See ya later, alligators
Off you go to find another
To attach like feathers
And once again
My soul is light
Finally.
weightless, smooth