Balloon
There was once a balloon.
And it gained oxygen.
And it kept gaining,
And gaining,
And felt sick,
And felt bad,
And felt as if,
Explosion could occur.
One day, it began to feel better.
It let some air out,
Slowly,
Very slowly,
And it felt great.
It could fly once more,
Without explosion.
Dark eyes,
Dark figures stared from a corner
At the balloon.
They felt its air,
They felt life.
They wanted that air,
They wanted that beautiful,
Fresh,
Resource.
And the balloon began to fear
The dark creatures
And stopped letting its air out,
And stopped letting its air out.
All the beautiful resource,
All the beautiful oxygen,
All the beautiful reactions that could have occurred.
The balloon stopped giving the world,
Its gift,
When dark creatures waited and wanted to feed off it,
Abuse it,
Twist it,
Destroy it.
And so. . .
There was once a balloon.
And it gained oxygen.
And it kept gaining,
And gaining.
There was once a balloon.
And it gained oxygen.
And it kept gaining,
And gaining,
And felt sick,
And felt bad,
And felt as if,
Explosion could occur.
One day, it began to feel better.
It let some air out,
Slowly,
Very slowly,
And it felt great.
It could fly once more,
Without explosion.
Dark eyes,
Dark figures stared from a corner
At the balloon.
They felt its air,
They felt life.
They wanted that air,
They wanted that beautiful,
Fresh,
Resource.
And the balloon began to fear
The dark creatures
And stopped letting its air out,
And stopped letting its air out.
All the beautiful resource,
All the beautiful oxygen,
All the beautiful reactions that could have occurred.
The balloon stopped giving the world,
Its gift,
When dark creatures waited and wanted to feed off it,
Abuse it,
Twist it,
Destroy it.
And so. . .
There was once a balloon.
And it gained oxygen.
And it kept gaining,
And gaining.
