Gentle Breeze
Hot Air Balloon above
It\'s occupants gliding with the gulls\'
A hissing aberrance contrary to their hang gliding silence\'
Like an airborne ute, gas filters through their lungs and they sway away
The occupants cackle in jest and admire the view below
A Southerly suddenly and unexpectedly responds in anger
Blown far out to sea, land vacant to the eyesight
Gas low, screaming in fright
Crew members argue and fight
Dusk arrives and it\'s the end of their lives
As the gulls return and pick out their eyes