The Bubbly Trail

Bubbles never sadden me

They pop and drop so suddenly

They keep coming back

as I walk for them to follow me


Shallow deep beyond the fog

I stopped and look the bubble top

and flick a smile in every time

they keep on popping every stop


Blinded from the foggyness

Yet I just stop and take a rest

I see this little bubbly fume

becoming more a cluttered mess


This fog made me my whitest flesh

No longer felt the bubbly fresh

The bubble's getting smaller

As I wandered more this foggy mesh


Diving deep this foggy smear

My love to wander disappeared

It seems that I can still go far

When turned my back, I shed a tear


The bubble trail's no longer there

My face expressed as something rare

I've never let my lips go down

As I have trek the creeks of stares


The eyes are looking left and right

The pupils saw dismay and fright

I fight my way off darkness

But I know I'm lost on every sight