“It’s useless to spree; you just think you’re free
In a balloon that carries you, you reach dormant heights
Where everyone sees you, But hey! You balloon man!
You think you can, but you can’t
Chase the free birds or touch the stars
Coz to the walls of the balloon
Limited is your wisdom sparse
Of course you’re something shiny
Made of burlesque for bourgeoisie
But all you do is tinkle and remember not twinkle
Like the ones grounded but light with wisdom
The wisdom of who continue to shine
From beneath the crinkled
You don’t know them Balloon man
They obviously don’t fall in your circle
They are to whom glory doesn’t matter
Those fake cheers are nothing but titter tatter
While you wicker away in that swollen balloon
Here love tenders, flowers and laughter bloom
Do you still think it was worth
to render such rendition worthless?
You lacked apathy and mocked people’s sagacity
You called it dull what was but only serenity
Well I think you shot yourself dead, you braggart!
With that extra dose of adrenaline
It’s worse than jumping off the top of a building
Coz here you know and you have to wait
Till you reach the height when the balloon bursts
The same society that you once mocked
would pity you now, as you fall back
And you thought the scene you would put on display
Would be the likes of that of a shooting star?
Well, you are nothing more than a faultily thrown falling dart.
I see Balloon Man; the world down here
Never looked glorious to you vainglorious
But you and we were the beauty
Those stars shone upon and viewed lovingly”“Well well, you conceited cynical societal pseudo-intellectual man!Your life is nothing but greased with everything mundaneThis life that you worship is a lieYou think it would remain for some timeYour life is a balloon just like mineIt will crumble you before you dieYou dream no more than to just liveBut I had a dream and my balloon had it realized
I’m the balloon man who flew in the skyAnd I’m sure the stars heard me laugh and cry“What a flying beauty!” I heard them sighAnd as I fall, I don’t wait to dieI breathe in life more than you would everAnd it’s called undying spirit not some adrenaline rushMy heart is not heavy, but as light as that of a childI’m the balloon man, I only rise!”