Deflate

I blow things, balloon-like

A disillusioned delight

Fantastical fiction

My wonderland opus

A pin prick is all it needs

Thus a disheveled leap

Gloomy spiral, the abyss spits at me

Pats me on the shoulder, saying hello again with its toothless grin

Confounded

I find myself here once more, mark the tally,

Ego troubles afresh

I hate

I sympathise

I wish to learn

To transcend

One day, wave at me when you see me drift