Metaphor poem

Your head is a balloon

not in the shape or color but is the way that it just floats

It just wanders floating aimlessly not worrying were it is going

most loose air and come back to ground

some get so high that they pop under the pressure

not wanting to go so high but forced there by what is in side it

don't force your self in to scary situations

instead ease you way up but don't push your self too far

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