Ceiling Balloons Pt. 1: Intro
I promised to reach the stars
make a life for myself
do something extraordinary.
Soon I fell behind
picked off dreams like flower petals
gave into “more practical” belief.
Make a living, make a killing
do what they all expect you to
and choke down big dreams.
When asked for the future
I do as they like
spin tails of practicality
but when alone at night
music on, guitar in hand
I practice for my dreams, my passion.
They can try and make me
try and break me, control me
mold me into another model citizen.
But they’ll never succeed
they’ll never catch me
just like those ceiling balloons.