Fly away home.

I'm clutching onto you like a child holding a balloon; making sure it won't fly away. It's precious; I want to keep it close because it's all I have. Childhood memories come flooding back 'its just like a magic penny - hold it tight and you won't have any'.

I can't let you go, let you be free. I need to hold onto you, for a little bit longer. But you. Are a balloon. If you fly away now, you are free. you burst of your own free will and fall. If I keep you; you sink as you lose yourself, stay ground and then can't be free - after, you shrivel and die.

If I hold you tight, I won't have you. be free. be who you are.