Bubble

Like a big bubble, taking to the sky,

I float through life as is.

starting to open the lid,

I see what has been inside all my life.

icebergs floating through my mind

gliding as icebergs glide.

why didn't I tell him,

he could have helped.

living for myself,

has never changed.

I have never, will never

live for me again.

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