Middle of the road
I want to be in the middle of the road
Not waiting for traffic
Not trying to hitch a ride with a stranger
Just walking
Barefoot
Right on the yellow line
Balanced, breathing

It's a grave apprehension that accompanies
This lightness of days
Fearing gravity and it's gloom
If I lose all the helium in my balloon
All I'm left with is
A squeaky voice
That is far from amusing

If it gets loose
Who knows where it could end up

I see the future, bright and clean
Anxious heart holds me here
Hope for contentment though
Pushes me on
I am not blind to that sentiment
At the moment
So I will
Hug it close to my skin
And keep it alive