I don’t know how it happened

Why it happened

When it happened

It just did

The balloon just flew in

Guided me on some steps

I grabbed it and floated away with it

The pink balloon just floats higher and higher

But one day it may burst

And through the sky and the dark well, I will fall

I may not know then how it happened

Why it happened

Or even when it happened

Sometimes we lie in a ditch of our own making

With no recourse

But should it be likely to happen

May there be a preemptive move that comes to mind

May the right actions steer the balloon in its course