Inflate Son

This silence is uplifting

Somebody found the loophole
For this generation

The next will have to fend for themselves
Parading down the streets
Purple balloon strings
Tied tightly to their wrists

We'll reflect back on the faces we once made
Some intentional
Others meant to say more
Than any of us ever could
Out loud

We'll remember some of the advice
The kind that made us cringe a little bit
But nevertheless
The kind we took all in stride

The sensible ones
The erratic sons and daughters
Their potential for greatness
Or spiraling fates

Clogging veins
And making fools feel old

They'll know when it's their turn
But until then

I've been working hard
Getting lost