I feel like a balloon on the ceiling
Privy to, but not part of
And I am not free
Not free to rendezvous in the clouds
Or to burst into the heavens
Are you afraid
That the sun will catch my eye?
I an not a planet in orbit
You are not the centre of any universe
And certainly not mine
There is a soiree on the moon tonight
Let me be there
I am tired of smoke and spilled drinks
Tired of noise and broken vows
Let me fly away from here
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