Hot Air Balloons

    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.