I started off with 100 balloons

When I took flight out the window from my room

A balloon for happiness, another of pain, 

Another of dust, storm clouds, and rain,

One for ecstasy on for my flight

One for lightheartedness to lift me like a kite

One of forever youth and childhood

One for resilience that withstood

Some storms as I flew through a cloud

Gave me success and I felt proud

But as time passed like the people on the sidewalk down below

Small as an ants clinging to a leaf in a stream as the water flowed

The balloons that made me fly began to pop

Until only 5 were left, hatred, grief, and a balloon of rock

Distrust and a useless one filled with toothpaste

Now my life is against gravity in a losing race

I see water underneath me, and in it I'd drown

But my balloons aren't helping and I can't turn around

Plunging toward the ocean 75 ft from the sky

They say the ones that fall hardest are the ones who get high

All of my balloons pop now, and they float down into the sea

We all know who's next, the next who'll sink is me

But suddenly I remembered that there is a balloon in my soul

That balloon is my dreams, whether dreams of rock and roll

Or of dreams of flying with 100 balloons

Flying away out a window to touch the moon

And suddenly I feel peace come over me

Knowing that the last balloon will never leave me

That even if I fall, light or hard into the sea

My dreams
                   will

                           bleed with me

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A comment made by BleuFlamingo 

#noplagiarism 😎

No don't take points off for not doing MLA format-