I am a rubber globe of helium on a string.
Lost boys watch me floating in the air,
Chasing after the round, colorful thing,
With a ribbon just above their hair.
They chase on endlessly without tire,
Because they each want the shiny toy.
They run with passionate fury and fire
To prove they are the most deserving boy.
Because I am new and colorful and bright,
They will chase me until I deflate.
I will watch them continue their boyish fight
Until it becomes far too late.