I disbelieve February 23

You can make it appear,
as if you are on a plateau,
you can get off a moving cab,
every thing is shiny.
But my view is simple.
I can see balloons floating in the sky
I think its cute, you are holding on to them,
rising, rising.
Another pointed question and I might refuse to ever acknowledge you, again.
Be vague, dear
be vague.
Do not mean what you say
and say what you mean,
because tomorrow everything will mean nothing
but your words will still be
understandable,
memorable.
I have nothing to gain
by holding you down. I will not do it.
Be grounded if its your destiny,
but I won’t will it so
I do not care enough.