The Worth Of Knowing

Hope fills me like air in a balloon. 
The possibilities swell inside me. 
A smile's on my face but I know this tune
And that in the end I will not float free.

I bounce around all light and cheery.
While wishing I were one or the other -
Free as a bird or tethered securely
To avoid my ending altogether. 

Instead, the flitting and floating stop 
I watch hope leave like a disloyal friend. 
I feel myself quickly quiver until I pop
And I wonder what could prevent this end.