Red Balloon

This little red balloon that follows me,

I wear upon my wrist

It’s the thing which keeps me free

of things I must resist

For a living thing I’ll not enslave

as an animal for support

All for a solemn oath I gave

not to use them for such sport

My shelter from unpleasant places

when I should wander afield

to venues that are unsafe spaces

It guards me like a shield

My red balloon goes every place

I guard it with such care

for it is needed when I’m faced

with the truth: it’s only air