pop!

Wouldn’t it be amazing?

If we traveled by bubbles up in the air

Surrounded by gods creation

Heads held high no room in the sky just you and I,

But the trouble with bubbles once they get to high up

In the air pressure mounts and no one can spare it from popping

Pop!

Then my world would go dark

And no one can get home trapped in the atmosphere

One fears most

Isolation

But those who enjoy these dark times

May have dark thoughts,

Written there dark minds will go on over drive and soon sometime

There deep veins will form

Why,

Like a sarcastic needle the wind binds knowing

The bubble is in its place

And darkness can soon fall threw its hands

Pop!

No more