Flood and Fly but Never Float

What chaos unforeseen in death.
Extra thoughts.
A change in life.
A change in the way we live life.
Lost.
It’s lost.
Yells and arguments.
Solidarity.
All of your fault.
More wanted.
Better off with?
I walk along this canal.
Faded water blue.
It all floats on.
Out.
You float out.
Like a feather.
Or a butterfly.
Until you cannot see the balloon anymore.
I hear they come back down though.
Yeah, I heard that once.
Wonder if it’s true.
You could float on and on.