There are days when one is flying like a balloon
Full of josh and enthusiasm
Of liveliness and gaiety
Brimful of life and color
And then comes this one small statement
Which is indeed full of truth
But feels like the prick of a needle
And thus starts the deflation
No more the flying; no more the josh and liveliness.
Balloon is out of air
And it lies on the floor
Just a piece of shrunk rubber
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