Sometimes a balloon takes off and flies
over perfect little houses to only drift by
it swoops into cities and bounces off roads
Caught by the wind where ever it goes.
Carefree and wistful no worries at all
but even ballons at some point must fall
and slowly descend from heavenly skies
back to the ground where it must realize
Wafting in prowess or in confident flight
A ballon cannot win over the shakels of time
So forever's a concept and happiness mops
The sadness of physics - for all balloon pop!