Balloon

He still held my hand in his thread His head filled with helium Pulled me up so I couldn't walk But look at things from a different angle To hang on to my balloon And to be shown a glimpse of the truth Made my cheek flush and my mouth smile My chest's like a cage full of butterflies It tickled and I laugh: "Such a rare, rare joy" Suddenly the balloon loosened itself, he said: "I have to move further on, I'll keep on flying Keep on showing the truth from my point of view," I fell down on a cottonpavement painted blue And I lost the sight, lost the moment and my view The only thing that I knew: Moments will swiftly disappear