Clocks, Hot Air Balloons, and Maps

Not one that goes with the other

Not your average definition

No rhyme

No hidden message


Just things, things I find awesome

Just a tick tock

Just hot air

Just a trace with a finger


Everything is measured in time

Time to eat, or dance, or sleep

Time flies when you're having fun

Even when you're not


When someone hears "hot air"

Proposals aren't what comes to mind

Neither does beauty

Things aren't always what they seem


Traveling is an escape

Some love the adventure

Some fear the unknown

I love tracing the map 


These things are far between

But they are awesome to me

Simple, but awesome

There's good in everything



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