Red Shoes

Red Shoes
No red shoes,
Or yellow road,
To follow.
No way home.
These black boots,
On and on.
No magic,
Here on the ground.

Falling off of the world,
Into the universe.
I could send a message back there,
But would that be weird?
It's too far to leave,
There's nothing left to do.
Lost again,
But I'll pretend these,
Broke from my red shoes.
No red shoes,
On my own,
But here I go.
In a pink balloon.
Close my eyes.
One, two, three.
I'm flying to a pink balloon.
Falling off of the world,
Into the universe.
I could send a message back there,
But would that be weird?
It's too far to leave,
There's nothing left to do.
Lost again,
But I'll pretend these,
Broke from my red shoes.