I am a floating balloon
My string
filled with fragrances of different places,
of muddy
mountains and of deep waters
Every day
my yellow meets the yellow of sun
Every
night i change into the moon like a ghost
The air
within me, makes me stand, makes me stay
The air
around me shows me the highs and lows
When an
awestruck child looks up to me
i maneuver
and make him laugh, make him happy
Some tap
and push me down into the dense well
Some give me a new direction with a sudden blow
When i am
full of air, i arrogantly reach the point to burst
Other
times wind makes me run away, far away
Always
getting out of one circle, only to get into another one
Endless
circles, there is no pause, no halt
Choosing individualism,
choosing loneliness
Never
lingering in one hand
Alone, I
make, Alone, I break
