Thought balloons all around in the background,
All the same color, floating in unison,
Some thoughts are just passing through,
While others carry more weight
Those with the most buoyancy are the ones that pop
Stream of consciousness, it never stops
It's the weight of the words that he can hardly wait for,
Like a life long bachelor finally getting his tie on,
Ready for a celebration, a literal set of balloons
But never mind that, as for now, to make right, he writes often
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