There are days when I feel like a twisting balloon. Customers are asking me to twist and bend to their wishes.
Like a balloon I can conform. Yet there are times that no matter how they make me try, I cannot conform. Because what they ask for will make me break.
If the crowd is to ruff — I will explode!
Be it to hot and I lose my luster.
I can only stretch so far.
There is only one of me, when in reality they could use three more.
There is only so much a balloon can endure, until it weakens and leaks.
Each year new skills develop, pushing me to new great feats. Yet like the balloons in my bag, I’ll bring delight with every twist I take; for it’s the balloon man that they wait.