Bubble

Lens,
Warping the world into myriad dimensions.
Effervescent,

A mirage.

Caging ourselves

Our doing
Sheltered, surrounded
With the familiar coolness
Distanced from the weird wonderful world.

Yet trapped
In this illusion
False and brittle
This glass bubble

Lens.
Warping the world into myriad dimensions.
Effervescent.

Waiting, just
Waiting
For that pop

Don’t you realize how people like to trap themselves in their own bubble? 

It’s the only thing that distances people, this “comfort zone” that some prize so highly.

maybe, the pop is a good thing. 

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