The Great Disappearing Act

Once standing under the bright, full moon,

I tied myself to a balloon,

And as I continue to disappear,

I become lighter as heaven draws near,

This beautiful place, above me it waits,

But I am so weak, I cannot open it's gates.

In the back of my mind, I've heard that it's known,

That sometimes these gates open on their own,

And if by chance, this is just a myth,

I've brought my sharpened objects with,

If the gates aren't opening anytime soon,

I'll pull out the blade and pop the balloon.

Getting lighter, floating higher,

They don't know I'm a liar.

Not broken, but cracked,

I'm barely intact,

Almost through with the great disappearing act.

I'm up above the clouds with no fear,

A thousand feet high in the atmosphere,

Sometimes in clouds, my eyes blur from the haze,

I keep the scissors in hand on those days,

I try too keep from looking down below,

From trying to miss all I'll ever know.

As I feel I'm getting near to the top,

I feel what strength I have left beginning to stop,

The pain is unbearable and hard to contain,

Thinking so hard about what I tried to attain,

Slipping, loosing grip, don't know how much time,

Till I'll finally slip and reverse my long climb.

Getting lower, falling faster,

They don't know I'm a disaster,

Now broken, and cracked,

I'm no longer intact,

Finally through with the Great Disappearing Act.