Free writing

Balloons

We're all just a bunch of balloons in June on a beautiful afternoon

Pulled by a rope but we continue to try and float

Attempting to go up towards the moon

All trying to seek something like a lifeboat

It seems and appears we're all just really lost

My fault are we all just really confused?

Always exhausted but at what real cost?

Continuously bruised but for what use?

We feel lonely because we're the only few.

Yet why are we truly  in this cold weather?

It's as a result of the wind that blew.

I thought we weren't ever together?

Guess the whole lot was after the same goal

We're not under control but we are?

Oh! Check it out we've gone through the black hole.