Farewell the Cassandra

this is for my good friend Cassie, who has gone on to greater things


All here is good, thought the bright balloon.
The sun is warm, the lines are strong,
the pegs are firm, the knots secure.
All here is good. And yet... yet rise I must!
Oh! And yes the winds may change;
I may be tossed, I may be lost!
But rise... rise I must! I must!
Cut the ropes. I must rise!
Cut the ropes!