Bubbles
Collecting bubbles above my head
They pop like popcorn,
with the smell of my old dorm
Bubbles fly like dreams up high
Invisible balloons of every color and shade
raining on my shoulders, but they have a foul taste
hiding in my hair like morning dewdrops
But they’re friendly guests, so they’re welcome to stay
oh bubbles come my way
take me on a journey, an adventure
and let me follow you tonight.
Through the thick gaze of stars,
my dreams shoot all the way to Mars
My bubbles follow through to the end of horizon
touching the beginning of a tipping rainbow
it smiled and told me to follow
I am on a boat that flows through the river of rainbows
Colors splash like crayons that Crayola never invented
My bubbles are back like a flock of sparrows that shield and protect,
from the sharp gusty wind and the darkness of night
Because when I wake up and the sky is bright
bubbles they pop like sweet corn
into a million fireworks at dawn,
creating a grand finale from the liveliest orchestra
The day starts again with a bang
Yet so quickly night follows,
searching for the sweet sounds of tomorrow
So now it is time, for another journey with the bubble.