More Boomerang than Balloon

let go of your white knuckle grip
lose me in the crowd
and walk on without me
I was deflated like a birthday balloon
I sought infinity and the sky
yet tethered to man,
I was forced to watch clouds pass by
slow leak...shhhhhhhhh I drain out of me
let go of your white knuckle grip
or pop me with your sharp words
but do not hold me to you
tethered and sad
and limply hanging on to the sky
let go of your white knuckle grip
and see that I float near
like a shadow or some constant echo
always to return
more boomerang than balloon
more captive than free