A struggle in a bubble,
A contraction of oneself,
Hopelessly devoted,
To the confines of a shelf.

Longing for a answer,
To a question already known,
All the pieces are in play,
Balanced but not alone.

Fields full of flowers,
Opening to greet the sun,
Are we that different,
A child of light from just one.

Fighting what will be,
Fighting what we are,
I'm climbing off the shelf right now,
To become that shining star.

"Pop" goes the bubble.........