A regular day

We travel the world
In a hot air balloon
I am not returning to Gotham
I have everything I need
Closer to life itself

I can feel the sun
Although with the wind
It is a different experience
As the gas travels upwards
The flame that is produced

To look down at Connecticut
As I look through the clouds
Think that I have escaped
Gotten away from society
Gotten away from reality

What is so 'important'
Crucial to our survival
Everyone needs relationships
Everyone needs material things
Right now, I need to get away

All of this time to think
Because I will be, here for hours
I look across at him
Working this balloon
In his own little world

Does this for a living
Myself I simply had money
I'd ran out of ways to spend
Nihilistic could have given in
Overpriced Louis Vuitton

To add to a growing collection
Safe metropolis with bourgeois
Mentalities and sophistication
Then you run into someone
Challenge all of those preconceptions

So tomorrow, I will climb a mountain
Dive into the sky with a kite
And jump off a bridge with a cord
And a myriad of near death experiences
I never understood people

Who were reckless and irresponsible
I dropped out of college
This seemed horrific to some
To others it just a beginning
Yet an ending for myself

I never seemed to get past
So I fed my addictions
Got in too deep with debt
And spent nights in front
Of the screen, writing prose

That sucks, sunk into a
Misanthropy that was baseless
Because it was really me
That I'd hated, but today
That is all behind me

As we pass over cities
And I consider if they are
As miserable as I'd been
Everything looks so different
From up here, and somehow

It will never look the same once
This is over, I sink down into
The basket, think I'll sleep and
As foolish as that seems now
It is exactly how it should be