Weather Balloon Dreams

I fell like such a dummy.
Resolves suddenly crumbly
What was I thinking, where to go now?
My sympathies returned somehow.

When you fall in love with potential
When a dream is exponential
Like a balloon you've had to let go
And weather the winds to and fro

But when your vessel is broken and torn
And you've run out of hot air, only scorn
Once you've run out of life and breath,
It's time to cut the strings, and see what's left