Don't you dare burst my balloon.
Sleep ends and dreams disappear,
Sleep ends and dreams disappear,
the east wind turns and blows west,
a door closes, a light turns red,
a well-known path splits in two.
Of all the things we cannot control,
our own determination is not one.
So, don't you dare burst my balloon.
Poem Kelly Messori.
Poem Kelly Messori.
