I can't believe what I see
staring out from the coast of this
glittering neon sea
standing still for the first time
as the tide climbs up to kiss my feet
and my senses scream 'its freezing'
but I know better than to believe them now
they tell me 'theres no meaning there'
as if I'd never searched on solid ground
and found nothing more than
the firm adherence to an old belief
that the air that fills a red balloon
would be different
were it green

but I can see
how you'd believe it
they were both so full of emptiness
they almost seemed real
and it can be so hard to tell
until they pop