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It's All Up in the Air

I'm juggling confetti balloons,
Floating a wayward, up in the air,
Falling wherever, when they will,
Begging my cares to be ever still.

I’m the ringmaster of chaos.
Rid'n a tightrope chair.
Poised on tippy-toe, piqué.
About to lose an arm 'n leg.

My heart beats a drum roll,
To dare the cast-of-die fanfare,
To begin before its begun,
Before I've got the hang of
Juggling these bobbling balloons.

I’m dancing with gravity’s strings.
I've lost my weightless things.
They've fallen all around my wings.
With my hopes slip-sliding away,
like confetti spaghetti, al denté.

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