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.........
Feb 8, 2018
Feb 8, 2018 at 5:51 AM UTC
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.........
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