Picture story/poetry

I feel like a hot air baloon ready for take off, i just need to pump a little more hot air in my ego before I can work up the courage to take off and say i'm fly, i'm higher then you my view is the horizon. I'm different then the other baloons too, no pretty colors, no cool graphic, just a baloon that is designed to take off faster, to go further and higher then others, not for the bragging rights or to win a race, just because it's possible.

In the land of hot air baloons, a zeppelin is king, but the hot air baloons have nothing to fear of the zeppelin, it's the zeppelin that should be afraid, for if it were to come to close to the hot air baloons, the flames from the burner could take it down in a second. Still it is the king and not the slave, because it doesn't have to depend on the right wind to take it to it's destination, it has a propellor to rule out chance, does that make the zeppelin a control freak compared to the floating baloons? or is it just what it seems a smarter way of traveling..

three hot air baloons
they are standing on the ground
ready for take off

floating in the wind
colorful dot in the sky
no destination

find the right airstream
to take you away from here
it's better elsewhere