Helium Balloon

Written January 1, 2010

Crippled by a feeling so light,
like a helium balloon chained to earth,
the links of time thwart my motions.
Newton calls static equilibrium,
but my mind argues anything but.
The track list is skipping,
sputtering between memories
that could explain this desire.

Again,
I struggle to rationalize
what may very well be
purely illogical.

The records don’t fail to provide
a clear basis for comparison,
but at what confidence level
are they the same?

So I debate,
until I find the right plan of attack,
to deal with my heart’s opening
to you.

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