House of Balloons Poem

More about House of Balloons Poem

Riding on my horse,
With my hat on tight,
Cruising down Old Town Road,
Underneath the bright sunlight.
Gonna take my horse,
To the old town road,
Gonna ride 'til I can't no more,
And let my troubles unload.
Cowboy boots and spurs,
Making tracks in the dirt,
Chasing down my dreams,
With every step and every flirt.
So come along and join me,
On this wild and dusty ride,
Down the winding Old Town Road,
Where adventure never hides.
________________________________________
House of Balloons
In the House of Balloons, we lose ourselves
Amidst the smoke and neon lights
We dance and sway, to the beat
As the music takes control of our minds
Sensual and dark, The Weeknd's voice
Seduces us with every verse
We're prisoners of our own desire
Lost in the ecstasy of the night's curse
A hedonistic haven, we indulge
In pleasures that we can't resist
In the House of Balloons, we forget
The outside world, and all that it insists
We're free to be whoever we want
In this dimly-lit, hedonistic den
The House of Balloons is our escape
From the mundane, from the world's condemn
But as the night comes to an end
And we step out into the light of day
We know that we'll return again
To the House of Balloons, where we can play.