give me the world for a minute, two, three.

watch the hour--watch it dim, watch it glow,

let it last and let it go. please, give me

the fence, the grass, the tree, and they will grow.

a day murmurs a sentence, two, three, four,

swelling as it floats up, up, and away.

watch--a balloon tangled mid-air, a war

in which both sides lose--watch it betray

the fence, the grass, the tree, pinpricks of home,

but no, it floats up, up, and away, not

daring to face the wind--so, watch it roam.

then let it, like the rest, plunge down, distraught.

landing softly, hard earth meets silk cotton.

isn't it blissful to be forgotten?