Monday, 27 October 2014

Rubble Bubble

A bubble formed and floated upward
Reminds me of a life neither painful nor hard
For though it was a product of a whim
It seems to know direction from within

The journey will continue up to the heavens
It doesn't mind the threat of the ravens
For as if it knows it will reach the clouds
Where every bubble rests and abounds

I am left below staring at the bubble
Jealous of its plight for I am a rubble
No matter how I try I will never float
Stuck in the ground here in the earth’s throat

Such an opposite fate we will ever be
Must we accept this with joy and glee?

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