So many balloons fly. So many dreams, ideas, Aspirations and desire float In the sky-high. They float around In lazy idleness, Carrying me along; I fly with them. They are my dreams, ideas and desires, Released out of my head; My ambitious, achievement oriented mind. I hope a few of them Would land somewhere, Achieving a solid ground sometime and with them I would land too. Solid ground is what everyone needs. High up in the air It's all just plain emptiness and silence, Cold, aloof, unfathomable vastness, No substance. How long could a bird keep flying? Sometime it would need to land Its feet firmly on solid ground Come back to reality, pragmatic. The ground is where the action is, where truth resides. This is where dreams have to compete. Ideas will get tested, Singed in fire And emerge pure, shining like gold. Coloured balloons in the sky, Can do nothing But only fly!
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