Glass Bubbles

The world around me is full of glass bubbles, stronger than soap and yet too fragile to cuddle. I exist in a place of friendship and foes, daily struggles and exaggerated woes. I live in a home of joy and despair fury and fancy tainting the air. I walk through the hallways of expectation and glee bullying and brownnosing floating ‘round me. I dance through the field of knowledge and learning, while all through the world changes are churning. Laughing at the way time is forever recast I read you this poem of my present and past.