Balloon - Hanne Hukkelberg

He still held my hand in his thread

His head filled with helium

Pulled me up so i couldn’t walk

But look at things from a different angle

To hang on to my balloon

And to be shown a glimpse of the truth

Made my cheek flush and my mouth smile

My chest’s like a cage full of butterflies

It tickled and i laught «such a rare, rare joy»

Suddenly the balloon loosened itself, he said

«I have to move further on, i’ll keep on flying

Keep on showing the truth from my point of view»

I fell down on a cottonpavement painted blue

And i lost the sight, lost the moment and my view

The only truth that I knew, moments swiftly disappear