Sonnet

You’re something like a runaway balloon.

You keep climbing and climbing to the clouds.

You are waiting, for you know you’ll pop soon.

So, you fly for as long as it’s allowed.

You dream of the sun, and the moon, and stars.

You go up, and up, and up in the sky.

But, you know that you won’t make it that far,

so for now, you just continue to fly.

You do not think about what is to come.

About your broken shards on the pavement.

Lying on the ground, from which you come from,

shattered all across the cold, hard cement.

But for now you will fly, up with the birds.

So, please disregard this long string of words.