A Floating Bladder

Everyone told me
to go before I left,
but I was so bold,
and shot through with departure,
steely-sure I could
hold myself together
I leapt on and outwards,
the people stilled to specks
and the map resolved
into neatly cut felt tiles,
then blurred indifference.
Inside, the pressure swelled,
but there is nowhere to stop,
not even a tree by the way
or a well appointed ditch,
so my eyes water and my teeth grit,
streaming ahead unceasingly
and on without relief.