I can be very empty-headed
Yes, I'm pretty dull
but I should like to think there's bubbles in my skull


Constantly blowing, floating
little ***** of light and color
Oh, these bubbles, I hope we're not
separated from one another


And perhaps I absentmindedly chase
silly, pointless bits of air
but wandering out my head, I'm pretty happy there

They're bouncing and bouncing
from bone wall to bone wall
Joyous bits of air- I wish to capture them all!