DEADEYES: "The Balloon Boy"

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"The Balloon Boy"


As a young child, maybe seven or six,
One wonders questions like does hell or heaven exist?
What will I be in the future, I don't know and wont say,
But it doesn't look good and my hopes keep on floating away...
...high into the sky, all my dreams lose focus,
They keep on drifting away and no one's even noticed.
A childs shaped at home, it's not about fortunes or wealth,
Things go wrong however when your parents care more for themselves.
That's my world, for a sad life I am doomed,
All my hopes and dreams are more like a balloon.
Floating farther and farther, pain's a thing I mask,
And I can't hold on to 'em cause there's no string to grasp.
My parents don't love me, I don't buy it one bit they have lied,
And this balloon is much different, it's big enough to fit me inside.
I'm on the most sadistic of rides, about to escape the ground,
But I'd gladly do it for my dad if it'd make him proud...

The boys delirium showed in his voice of helium
Which would assail the skies to help avoid the tedium,
and the tenures brought on with the stoic obedience -
of being born to parents who never made a point to be with him.
It buoyed his deviance;
He always thought things felt strange in their house,
- His parents reluctance to care & to love him only inflated his doubts.
As he waited around his longing heart grew empty and weightless,
- And so he attempted to make his own immense entertainment...
Not knowing what adventured awaited;
He entered the makeshift hot air vessel his Father invented,
- And hid inside its wicker tithes before starting the engine.
With the balloons mark-up ascending and steadily climbing,
- He believed he'd earn the attention his Father had forever denied him.
Its jets were providing lift, yet they were barely only a foot off the floor,
- When his heart was thumping in sequence with its motors guttural roar.
His stomach performed somersaults as it gathered motion and swayed,
- Hoping it would propel him toward his aspirations that had floated away...
...BUT!
He then climbed over the great mechanical basket that pinned him secure,
- And leapt free to his destiny as the giant balloon continued to soar.
He grinned from the floor, before racing to hide fast from his parents...
- Safe in the knowledge this act was sure to attract their awareness.
While his siblings at last were alerted; He hid not just in reluctance...
- But in the belief his apparent loss would prove how much that they loved him.
As the battered balloon blustered above them; The boy stood with a smile,
And pondered what it was like to wanted.
Missed.
Sought after.
Or even looked up to once in a while.
As the world thought they had witnessed the tragic plunge of a child,
Indeed they had - He'd long fallen into empty, black doldrums of denial.
And no amount of aviation could lift him safely up from its depths
- Nor raise his morale,
Only his fathers love would have it mustered again.
Before he gave up the 'pretence', which was no mere Freudian slip,
But a clear admission of how much he was overjoyed to be with...
...the family he loved, so with the benefit of hindsight and reflection,
Yes, the entire thing was a 'Show'...
- A show that he yearned for just a little more time and affection.
When reunited collectively with his family, the young boy stood with a smile,
...having discovered what it was like to wanted,
Missed,
Sought after,
And even looked up to once in a while...