Bubble, escape out of…
The moon
Until you come crashing back down to the ground
Stuck and tormented in a world with no door
An invisible handle which exists within yourself
Only awaiting your touch and peace of mind
Yet in a matter of minutes
That invisible handle becomes your visible hand
And I can’t reach out to you
I can’t reach inside your soul and grab it out
I wish I could help
But there’s a barrier between me and you
And it’s questionable whether it can ever be broken down
If it could, maybe things would be different
Your thoughts would sing of the sun and the air that you breathe would clear everything away
But, that’s hypothetical
I’m bringing you back down to the cold reality
The truth
Which you cannot run away from anymore.
Bubble, bubble escape out of…
Nothing
Fly away, back into that home or that world that comforts your insides, but that won’t last forever.
Because I’m here to stay
And what if that handle dies?
Or, if that hand becomes invisible?
What then… will you do?