My thoughts inflate into daydreams
The way air does to balloons.

Like a balloon seller,
I've got my vast collection, except
At times I blow up more balloons than I know what to do with.

There is so many they start to lift off
Without me.
I rush to grab on, only to find myself
going higher and higher.

This is often where I end up.
Up in the clouds,
Barely holding on
To the multiple strings
Attached to multiple daydreams.