what does that young boy see
when he chases those lonely bubbles
Life is sorta like a bubble
Fragile
But beautiful in a see through way
The bubble floats through the air
Eventually landing on grass
Or if it is lucky gets caught by the young child, but pops
Only to end.
The child merely wonders what a delicate bubble would feel like.
The child's catching of the bubble does not signify death by child, but by random act.
who's to say the child ever even caught the bubble in the first place
It's nice to see wonder again
Even if it's simply the beautiful wonder of a child chasing a bubble.
YOU ARE READING
Someshine
RandomIt's a work in progress but I think it'll be worth it in the end. A collection of poems.
