I’ll float, far away
Into clouds of unknown
Settled sweetly in this basket
I now call my home
Heading for the crescent
Lighting the sky
A place in the heavens
Tis where I shall fly.

My balloon, it mimics
The likes of a fish
One made of jelly
Upon which I wish
To travel to places
I’ve not been before
Clipping the mountain tops
Over the shore.

Skirting the lands
I’ll make my escape
With the wind in my hair
And the night, taking shape
Just me and the universe
Stretching our wings
Flying, free as a bird
With naught anchoring.

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