I wrote this half asleep and I don't really like it, but I thought I'd post it anyway :P
My bubble has a membrane, thin yet strong,
I high-five its inner walls knowing something's wrong,
I cannot get out no matter how much I try,
Am I destined to stay in here, to rot and simply die?
There are so many things out there that I could be doing...
So many wonderful things that I'm restricted to just viewing
From this tiny little space that is - I suppose - mine
But I want to be out there, instead of wasting my time.
Clawing at the membrane does no good,
Wishing it away, oh if I only could!
But will it away, I guess that might just work
Or accept that I'm here and that this is where I lurk...
As strange as it is, I have this feeling deep inside,
That this is just a test and that I'm in for a ride...
I know I will get out if I just keep still
Stop.
Think.
"I have free will"
Where is the bubble? Where has it gone?
Where was the place that I was lonely in for so long?
There is no trace left but a splatter at my feet
Soaking the hard, beautiful concrete.
I did something here. But what did I do?
Thinking back to the seconds passed, speeding right through...
I gave myself something... A few words... A gift
A magical truth that made the doomed feeling lift
That made my bubble pop and the membrane break until
I realised at that moment that I had free will.
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