Priest With Balloons - Tiny Ruins

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Waves crash on either side

Hes wearing polypropylene

Clutching at straws;

holding on to streams

What was he looking for?

Truth or was it Heaven?

Or did he just wanna go out with a bang?

So to speak…

Hes put his helmet

Steps out

Floats out into the sky

Goodbye.

Its funny but i

Can understand why

I wanna live

Where the traffic controllers

Are ballet dancers

And billboards painted over with colors

Where unkindness is fined

In numbers of roses.

And nobody feels like taking the commons.

Nobody feels like taking the commons

While some were meant for sea, in tugs boats.

Round the shore’s knee.

Milling with the sand and always coming back to land

For others, up above

Is all they can think of.

Up there with the birds and clouds

Where words don’t follow.

There are times when I would sit down for tea.

Some well-meaning companion will ask me.

«How's it going with everything?»

Quite nicely;

But I wanna live.

Where the traffic controllers

Are ballet dancers

And billboards painted over with colors

Where unkindness is fined.

In numbers of roses

And nobody feels like taking the commons.

Nobody feels like taking the commons.

Nobody feels like taking the commons.

Though time has soldiered on

I still think of upon him.

Waging with the sky;

Hes crying

Goodbye

What was he looking for?

Truth or was it Heaven?

Or did he just wanna go out with a bang?

So to speak…