5/23/11

Each person has a little bubble which they float inside,

And know the world as it exists for them as seen within.

This bubble holds their lives and loves, their passions and their pride,

And all belief in what they see is filtered through its skin.

But often in adversity, their bubbles turn opaque,

When they are shaken up just like a child’s Christmas toy.

Now blind to others, their fine bubbles swerve, collide, and break,

And in this moment, each of our illusions is destroyed.