Helium Balloon

Hiding truth beyond what’s true, changing truth itself. Honesty may not be key, yet justice is a clue. Glass to glass, vase to vase, you may have a serious case. You yourself, you have to be you. Buried beneath a giant flash, there is a splash, at last. Secret, are held secretary, between you and me. Jangled beliefs, be jangled leafs, shook and shaken, broke and broken. It may be tasty, yet it’s nasty. Paul is Paul and John is John. Moses did right, Jonah did wrong, and neither may we be right nor wrong. Back to the past or back to the future, either is a weird encounter. Sheets of sugar and bottles of cream, there will be a laser beam. Unicellular, multicellular, calculus or history, I still wait to be discovered. Right or left, left or right don’t worry I won’t bight. I give all I got and I got what I give, for this is how I live.

Face to face, lips to lips, you may have a truthful kiss. First is first and last is last, this how you lost the fact, life is now, as is love. You cradle the heart of the broken, cherish the life of a young. It is uncertain who life will be chosen, buried alive or suffer to live, murdered or kidnapped, the life of a windpipe. Blow in, blow out, that’s not what life’s about. You don’t believe in, who doesn’t believe, that’s who you seek to be. Up or down, I’m bound to find out. Is love forever, is this the truth discovered. Carry me or bury me, kill me or bill me. Don’t stop now, please keep going. Does this feel right, yet is it right, I try to follow the light. This will go on till death do us part, I sit, I steer, in the cart of fear. You drive me away, far away, goodbye my love, do not dismay. If I lay this close to you, you bow and curtsy, twirl and play. I sit at the bay, I dance the hey baby. Don’t cry nor die, the old hard life, for love is at your side. Don’t feel alone, he has the bone, a cone, the dimmadome. For you, he’ll be sincerely me. Covered in ink, he will speak the rock hop, or the bop. They grind and bind the true existence, for you may be the ugly abidance. Smurfs or murfs, kiss it all goodbye, your childhood is gone, extend to existence. It finally hits you, you didn’t see until it bit you. The small kit will save you, the First-Aid, the Band-Aid, and the blade. Circles of life, he has a wife, he has a knife. You can trust no one, there’s a bun in the oven, a waiting for you. Boo-hoo-hoo, it will cry, then you will want it to die, it is your fault, you’re an adult, two to tango, not more than one, kiss the bun, until it’s done. Wrinkles came yet they won’t go, you’ll use the cream, you’ll use the bow, all these teens are pretty low. It’s a lie that when you’re old you’re as bold as its gold, then it’s a lie that when you die, people cry. They may be happy they may be sad, don’t worry but I am glad. Life has ended, it has been bended. The rose has flown, then who knows, I may come back to take your toll.  Take your time, your not a lime, no fruit, no aim, no goals, no shame, I won’t take the blame, cause that’s the game. The game of life, that’s how it’s played.