Anchored

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