Inert.
Weighed down,
And buoyed up simultaneously.
Life does that sometimes:
It ties balloons to your feet.
Gray, iron balloons
To hold you down.
Dangle desire in front of me.
Sway it side to side.
Hypnotize me with charms,
And convince me that I'm happy
Just the way I am:
Alone.
Oct 18, 2017
Oct 18, 2017 at 11:28 PM UTC
Inert.
Weighed down,
And buoyed up simultaneously.
Life does that sometimes:
It ties balloons to your feet.
Gray, iron balloons
To hold you down.
Dangle desire in front of me.
Sway it side to side.
Hypnotize me with charms,
And convince me that I'm happy
Just the way I am:
Alone.
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