When you see just that balloon.
That one red balloon
It calls at you , the sound ringing in your ears.
The pleading of that one red balloon.
You see it all the time , but why?
Why that one?
Why just red?
Day and night that balloon stays in your eyes open and closed.
Like staring at the sun for too long,
All you see is that blob , that image.
Why do I always look , look at you ?
You are my problem, but you are my solution
To these questions,to me , to my life.
Because it's just that one red balloon.