Popping Expecations

Sometimes when I hear people speak,

It's like tasting burnt popcorn.

And wanting to cover it in butter,

To satisfy my taste buds.

As I eat the popcorn I remember that time,

I was on a hot air balloon.

As it expanded my horizons,

On the world itself. Instead of getting that same lifting,

Perspective that expanded my world's viewpoint.

The balloon just pops you know?

I don't even land on a soft surface...

Just a cactus through my spine.