skin thin bubble
in a bubble
things pushed against it
have always tried to bust it
they’re pushing now
trying to obliterate it
and if they succeed
i’m doomed
in the truest sense of the word
i’ve one protection
as i float aimlessly through
through earth
carried about by whims and winds
subject to overwhelming dangers
close to the heat
the burning fires
the rage of the times
the countless dangers in which to plunge
and yet i’m here
somehow
as fragile as i am
as weak
as vulnerable as i feel
i’ve only one protection
when?
and will
the bubble burst?
i ask as i peer
through its soft and clear window
naked and afraid
i wonder how i’ve floated this far
without it having burst
adding further to this intrigue
is the 360 degree panoramic sweep
casualties everywhere abound
i’m as vulnerable as the underbelly of a baby
even my own
my heart is skin deep,
with only some ribs spaced between
over vital organs
i’ve only one protection
i’m in a bubble
i’m still alive for a singular reason
the bubble hasn’t burst
but it will
when?
it’s only a matter of time
my one protection is,
my invisible helmet,
my spirit sword
he is always watching