Through a Blue Balloon
I see one color as I’m driving down the road.
That’s Blue.
Blue through my blue Balloon.
I see a Blue lady walking her short blue dog with a leash.
I see a Blue Officer waving and saying hello to a bunch
of Blue kids he meets.
Everything is Blue. Even though I know the truth.
It doesn’t matter
which way I turn my head I’m surrounded by a Blue ocean of color
consuming my sight.
Is that light green up ahead?
It’s hard to tell through a balloon made of Blue.
Oh, but that blue girl jogging in her tight Blue shorts
Now she’s something to see wouldn’t you agree?
Hey, I think she’s staring at me.
She must like a well-manicured gentleman of Blue
Who knew?
So unique.
What a wonderful view as I drive down
The Blue streaked street.
No other color as far as the eye can see.
Blue in the back. Blue in the front.
From side to side.
I think I’m having a Blue attack!
I like the world I’ve made for myself
So simple. So easy to define.
No other nasty colors to confuse and blind.
Simply divine.
Through my Blue balloon,
That’s how I see. That’s how I want
life to look for everyone and me.
Call me crazy. Call me a fool.
But to see the world in a bright shade of Blue
should be the rule.
Blue, Blue through my beautiful Balloon.
Ain't no rest for the Wicked - Philip Wardlow - The real and the sensual sides to life in all its facets.. 
lovely.
Thanks much..:)
For some reason this reminded me of “Black Balloon” by the Goo Goo Dolls. As I read it, I think I was putting the music to it in my head, haha. Awesome work!
Thanks….sometimes I try not to take myself to seriously …and just write off the wall stuff about whatever enters my brain but still be sincere at the same time…glad ya liked it..:)…….you just might see more stuff like …I’m demented like that.