Just like a balloon,

I am floating and

drifting through

this life of mine. My

mind is stuck in the clouds

and I am moonstruck.

Living without purpose, it

is suppose to be this way

forever. Chasing after an

endless light, I am a heartless

fire ever consuming itself

until I find a way to love

myself again. I hate being

compared to someone else,

therefore I must make something

out of myself.