Alone

Alone

Imagine for a second,

We're Balloons.

Well I am at least,

Depending on the world around me,

I'm empty and deflated,

Or bright, floating and full,

Some balloons are tied to someone else's wrist,

That's how I'm happy,

to follow along behind someone else,

their existence,

giving me a reason to live,

But like a careless child,

with no regard,

someone always lets me go,

away I float,

flying higher and higher,

but even more alone,

there is no place I belong,

without a string physically attaching me to another person,

there's no point in me at all,

no one can see me,

and if they can,

they cant reach me,

I'm without, cause, affect or reason,

and no one even knows,

Other can be strong rooted,

attached to places,

activities,

or groups of people,

I place my life, my safety and my happiness into other peoples souls,

its never long, before they HAVE to let me go..

Or I'd become stronger and i'd pull them away with me,

but I don't have the strength to carry someone else for long,

and we'd both end up, gone.