the sun is out, bright as in noon
I stand outside , looking over the yonder blue
my eyes searching for friends and family , far and few
I see no one, no one’s there to spend the harsh noon
with no one around , I realize the truth
the truth that i feel, the truth that is cruel
I don’t have any friends, I am alone
I don’t have any family , lonely I bemoan.
On the roadside , I notice two balloons , white and blue
castaway , maybe from a party , some other place new
I pick up the balloons, and start playing
alone in the garden, i throw them towards the sky
blinded by sunlight, i see the balloons glide and fall nearby
I pick them up again and this time ,
tipping and balancing on my hands
with the slight tilt of the balloons, swift memories come forth
once I was a child, my father held my hands
the balloons were on the wall, i wanted them all
my father , plucked two balloons for me, white and blue
i played with my friends, my family smiled my way
i kept playing, time passed like on holiday
family left or were taken away, friends faded away
what was left , was me and the balloons
white and blue, waiting for someone to start the play anew.
thataurorasky 