Today
I feel like a balloon.
A balloon
In a world full of needles.

Greedy spikes
Are pointing at me
From all directions.

My fate
Is at the mercy
Of the wind.

Where will the wind take me?
In what direction does my destiny lie?
The thorns are everywhere.
And I am just a balloon
Fragile and helpless,
Floating in the gentle breeze.

I pray to the wind.
Please pick me up
And carry me away!
Throw me at the sharpest shards!
Tear me into the thinnest slices.
Separate me
Into a million pieces.

Just don’t let me stay here.
Deflated.
Watching the passage of time.
Turning into a wrinkled mess
Too horrified
To challenge the unknown.