23 April 2012
~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.
My Bubble • Opuss № I