Midnight balloons on the staircase alone,

Silently floating, hauntingly they roam,

Through the hallways at night, neon buzzing of the lights,

Never shall they touch the sky, always within sight,

But not all balloons are attached at the string,

Not all balloons have a happy song to sing,

Some are deflated and some have just popped,

Some of them float away, over treetops,

But one of them is different, one of them has soul,

One of them has aspirations, one of them has goals,

Its the one that’s illuminated, the one that has feelings,

The loneliest balloon is the one on the ceiling.