Held close to ones chest and never wished to let go,
If it escapes your grasp,
Would you fight for it,
Or would you stand idle and let it float away like a balloon,
Drifting forever like a dream that was never fulfilled,
Much like the whispers on the wind,
That is what this balloon would become,
It may pop and burst and you will have no chance again,
But at the end of life when you are in a different place then when you started,
At least you have the courage and the ability to hopefully say,
I chased a dream till it came true
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