Balloon

If i had a balloon, filled with all the uncertanity i have inside. Could i then let i go and see it flow.
With the wind, to distant lands.
If i had you would i let you go, see you fade away with my balloon, becoming smaller and smaller in the shady noon.
I would not let you go this time, i would hold you and looking inside. To see what was in there, the things i love.

But the things i miss now, is fading above...