INFLATED

Life is filled with balloons,
inflated brains expanded with hot air
from the dizzying gases of boast,
until the mind is deluded
into thinking one is a bird,
soaring above the world,
better than the clouds or other creations.

Reason becomes a lofty and vain basket,
suspended in the head by presumptions.

Suddenly unable to touch the earth,
ignoring the reality ruts and rocks,
until what once was utterly moronic
seems so wise and logical.

Losing the capacity to see
where prudence would have not stepped,
just so puffed up with pride
can’t think of gravity’s effects.

This finally ends
when a pin of consequence
burst the illusions,
then you notice
what appeared so brilliant
lack any common sense.

It all lasts until the next time
when inhaling some helium fantasies,
convinced they come from Einstein’s breath.