All aboard for the
great unknown.
Off to see our
long lost debasers.
Those who put the atomic bomb
here;
who broke their promises.
And, yes, I am still reeling.
Desperate.
Looking but not finding,
while the whole world is filling up
and up.
Sometimes, I think,
that'd be me that,
all full of air
and yet still too useless
to float.
What a useless fucking
balloon I would be,
so filled up with air,
and so desperate to pop,
just so I too
could break all my
promises.