Liberate

There goes the balloon, with your name written on it.
It struggles against the wind, as if it wanted to break free.
Aimlessly, it floats in the sky, then I was told I was tugging it back.
Heaved a rather heavy sigh, prayed a silent prayer with tears in my eyes.
I opened my hand and the balloon slowly inched away. Released.
The balloon was released, it freely flew away.

It flew so faraway, far far away... and then a loud sound came. Pop!

(I woke up from a rather strange dream, I wonder what it means...)