Balloon

If your thoughts were a balloon, where would they carry you?

I think I’d be stuck in limbo

It’s hard to get carried away in a dream when reality likes to throw darts

The moment the tips of my toes leave the ground my heels get jealous and weigh me back down

But it’s really the air coming out

Forcing me to consider the things I missed and reinforce my hope

To remember to cover my desires in the source of my salvation

I don’t have the lung capacity to breathe and carry my dreams

But the One who exhales stars can send a breeze

Enough to whisk me away to my destiny