The Divination

Look into the flame, 
Says the oracle.
What do you see? 

I see two souls dancing,
I see a blue dinner plate,
I see a coffee machine.

The oracle laughs,
Your intuition is great, 
But your logic is way out of tune. 

Why do I need logic?
I say, thinking, shouldn't
She be the one to tell me
To throw my brains out of this room?

Look again, what do you see? 

I see a prison, a TV remote,
An armchair and a pink balloon.
Who's in the prison? Is it you? 
I think it's the pink balloon.

Open the prison and let the balloon free. 
But I don't have the key.
Close your eyes and search for the key. 
It's on the armchair, but the house is locked too.
Whose house is this? Is it yours? 

No, I don't think so.
I don't have a blue dinner plate.
Try pushing the door.
Maybe it isn't locked. 
You're right. It's open.

Is there anyone home? 
No, everyone's gone to the fair.
Get the key and come out. 
The key's gone.
But there's a pink balloon
On the armchair.

What's in the prison then? 
It's my blue dinner plate.
But you said you didn't have any. 
I didn't, but I stole it from the house.

Set the balloon free. 
It isn't there. The little boy took it away.
What little boy? 
The one whose balloon it was.

Why was it in the prison then? 
Because I kept it there.
Look at the flame. What do you see? 
I see myself in the prison. I see the balloon is free.