Broken leaves scattered swirls in the breeze
Split liquor stains a lonely street
Empty benches littered with cigarettes
Old newspapers sit trampled on the gravel

An old man ambles shakily on a stick
Looking down, never ahead
A shabby grey dog wearily sniffs at thrash
Lifting his head to dip in a sigh

Still I stand on the old forsaken road
I close my eyes and feel so alone
Hands held open, noone to hold
Body so barren, no cheer in my soul

Tilting my head back to take a breath
My arms spread open hoping to fly
I feel the wind in my face and hair
And find myself walking on the moon

I squint and grasp the yellow balloon
Above the world that left me I float
Further I drift, light and swift
Into the endless navy blue

Twirling in velvet dotted by glints
Floating past the milky way
I reach to touch what dotted the night
Everything's so near yet so very far away

Once again I close my eyes
I release my grasp and open my hands
Beyond the ends my body drifts
Carelessly, courselessly, ceaselessly