In silence she sits, a maiden of dreams,
Tied to her foot, a balloon that gleams.
It yearns for the sky, yet stays by her side,
A dance of emotions, a paradox to abide.
Her face paints a question, deep and real,
"Is this my choice, or how I should feel?"
Caught between dreams and the ground's firm appeal,
"Is it real," she wonders, "or just what I reveal?"
By Eli Leno in collaboration with AI