Ficklepoet

Bubble

A new thought
A random event
A chance meeting
The bubble grows
Larger with time
Clouding reality
With a fictional shroud
Sparks fly
You dream with glee
About what this might be
Time takes its toll
Novelty wears off
The bubble bursts
Reality floods
You snap out of it
Take some time to fret
Still yearns for what’s next
You are always in a bubble
The bubble of life