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Life as a Bubble
As a child you would blow bubbles, laugh and play
Not realising this will be your life one day
Your agenda is set and you feel unstoppable
But a burst to your path is most probable
You ask yourself why, confused in your droplets
Falling and falling with no sense of purpose
Your issues deepen with the result of understanding
It was not a transparent view, it was a reflective surrounding
You looked to yourself to help with your trouble
But life is a gift, not merely a bubble.
