Bold, large, and beautiful red hot air balloon

the twisted art of twig underneath my feet

silver string attaches my wicker basket and I am

high enough to touch a cloud 

The clouds are fluffy and contain silver linings

as I take out a piece of paper and start writing

I strum my guitar with my pick and hear the magic work

I hum along to this new tune

and all I hear is pure bliss

I feel so free, so simple

even showing that one dimple

as I float across the sky

I now remember why

I had to prove to everyone that I could fly

and I laugh at that idea

because I know it wasn't for them that I flew

but now I have a new goal

to make all my dreams come true

The only things that light up the night sky

are the stars, my eyes, and the flame of fire

that shows the desire 

to fly higher