I saw myself a square balloon
floating toward a full moon.
I wondered why it was square—
when balloons are usually round.
Though I did not dare to follow,
my feet began to lift off the ground.
Apparently I had no such say
in the matter, anyway...
I then began to spin around—
and around—
left and right and upside down.
Even so, the balloon was always
in plain sight,
as she then began
to form into a roller-coaster storm.
I could tell the days were numbered,
and the lumbering panda bears below
seemed to have also become afloat.
The loose air from the square balloon
brought upon a snowstorm in late June.
I could tell that we were all doomed—
unless I somehow found a way
to turn this storm into a sunny day.
I was not sure how I could
(although I knew that somehow I would),
because days like these aren’t forever—
as long as you pull back time’s lever.
We see to it that we return to the day before,
upon the sands of the penguin shore,
where there is a wooden door...