The red balloon floats

On breezes felt only by

It

On wafts of air

That dive and thrive on high

On the whim of a breath

The red balloon looks down

Unseen by the world below

Unseen by people

Blinkered by life

Consumed by strife

Wishing to be

The red balloon

With cares fallen away

With ties cut

With only an infinite sky

To wander

Aimless and free and...

Alone

Would you like to drift freely on a breeze, way up high, not weighed down by the tribulations Life hands you? Or do you feel doing so ultimately means you're just alone? No ties to bind, but also no relationships. No comforts. No love.

For me, strife is part of life. We have the darkness to appreciate the light. To grow and overcome and learn.

Let me know what you think.