The balloon leaves the ground
With the air breathed in
By the hunger of an empty vessel.
How appalling this intoxication
Your playing with fire is!
Those curated ups and downs -
The controlled pace -
All those rise from craving natural instincts.
When the flame touches the forefinger
By the cruel blow
The cold settles in forever on emotional assemblage.
Lady, don't you feel the pain
By such weariness of immersion on the way
When you were just turning goddess!
