“Escaping the bubble is not easy when you are weak by design.”
Imagine the case of a fly stuck inside a meagre soap bubble. Imagine the state of an ant drowned due to the surface tension of water. But they have no choice. We do.
This again reminds me of a piece I had written six years ago called Escaping the Bubble. For some reason, this is one of my very few incubatory poems that I can still visualize as what I had originally conceptualized.
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Hey… what’s wrong with you these days? No doubt what you say is the truth, but I am kinda happy not knowing them.
What has griped you? Why has death and destruction taken a topside?
It is just a matter of perception. I appreciate your concerns.