Sometimes I feel like I’m living in a bubble,
Floating through space detached.
I sometimes worry that a giant finger will reach out and
Break the surface tension that holds my flimsy world together.
Other times I feel like my bubble is made of bullet-proof glass.
All the light that makes it through to me has been bent and altered.
The trouble with bubbles is that they inevitably break, unless
They get trapped and frozen. In some cases, they can be deadly.
There are bubbles within bubbles, and twin bubbles not fully apart.
They can be fun and engaging, and some float out of sight.
The fate of those out of sight is left to our imagination.
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