Naive, the blackouts were disdained - unknown to...
as your secret life began to shine with shame...

Twenty-one balloons; blew with the breeze
begging for freedom to put them at ease...

Patter patter--
silence...

Life's path is paved
with uncertainty...

Dubious first impressions were soon obliterated
as your eyes began to swallow fear and shoot out...

I'm ready to live-
just cut my strings and tell me...