Someday i wanna drift away in
a hot air balloon, and float away in the silence
with the
occasional whoosh of the hot air
rising.
Just me, and the stillness,
and the balloon.
I want to float up by the clouds,
and look down and see the people
that look like little ants,
the cars busily speeding to their destinations.
the patchwork quilt of land stretching out beneath me,
the shimmering pools they call lakes.
its a different world up there cause its away from the earth,
just me, the stillness, and the
hot air balloon.
