Nice and Blue

January 26, 2018

My head is a hot air balloon

As I drift away into Nothing

Where the grass is bright blue

And the sky is swimming with

Hundreds of little mice

And the fairys come down at midnight 

Just to sit and scream

And the mice float down to say

The fairys will always be this way

Because their Nothing

Is not nice and blue at all

But my hot air balloon loses air 

And I float down to where

Reality will never be 

As nice and blue as Nothing

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