Dancing through the air
Fighting for a spot
Where helium's an alli
And gravity's being fought
Not a space of empty air
There are colors all about
Like the world where we live
Where equality we doubt
We could learn to pick our battles
From these floating rubber balls
How thin our true skin is
For to rise, another falls
Where we can all fit in?
The ideal celebration...
May the ceiling never end
And no one lack inflation
So to the room of color
Go we with all our smiles
To fly with all our friends
And cover all the tiles
Photo by Sadie Myers. Words by Dustin Whitehead.
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