Like a feather dancing with the wind, Like a balloon rising in the air, Like a bird flying up in the skies. The feather has a mass to it, a heft, The balloon is tied to the earth’s pull, The bird finds home nearer the ground. This feeling of floating, of being weightless... Without a care, it’s an illusion. - I laugh like an exhaust and I’d try to make you laugh but I am lost, who are you? Not a bot again, I hope, but I will if we must.