Well And Good or The Sphere Has a Soul

No one knows where exactly,
Under someone’s magic spell,
Into the blue of the night,
A sphere was launched to dwell.

It would be all well and good,
Just floating slow and free,
It would be all well and good,
But it had a soul, you see.

Few people ever believed it:
“You're empty inside!” they’d say.
Disbelief is worse than a beast,
It was and it is that way.

It would be all well and good,
Just floating slow and free,
It would be all well and good,
But its soul ached constantly.

Lonely it felt in the heavens,
Drifting through day and night.
It asked for a simple favor,
To make its burden light:

“It would be all well and good,
Just floating slow and free,
It would be all well and good,
But a soulmate is what I need.”

No one knows where exactly,
Under someone’s magic spell,
A pink little sphere appeared
To join the blue one as well.

It would be all well and good,
They float as a pair, so slow,
It would be all well and good,
But people judge them below.

They say that a long time ago,
At the very edge of the Earth,
They were free from any chains,
Flying for all they were worth.

It would be all well and good,
They floated slow and fair,
It would be all well and good,
But their souls ran out of air.

But what if they gathered their courage?
What if they dared to fly high?
To take a deep breath and vanish
Into the open sky?