One Day

Watching the mother with her child
Seems depressing to me
She may be well & happy
But I see what they don’t see

She’s the helium balloon 
trying to escape & be free
But the sticky fingers latched on
& stopped her being what she wanted to be

She could be travelling 
She should be on the beach
The ballon represents her
& her desire to be free

Failed relationships 
Beer breath, empty promises 
Led her easily up to this 
She was born with purpose 
Kissed many toads, but never found a prince 

Maybe that’s what she needs 
Maybe it’s definitely not 
She doesn’t need to latch on to a man
For all the reasons that she’s not 

One day you’ll be free my love
Death can promise you this 
A free spirit in life 
Will stay the same much after this

Escape offers more than bliss
Don’t look back on your performances 
Write notes from the heart, you’re pouring this
Whenever the night time boredom hits.