Bubble

My bubble
Inside it’s comfortable, like a mother’s womb
It’s all I’ve ever known, my companion
From birth to the tomb
My bubble
Inside everything is clear to me
That is clearly this and
This is clearly that and
My nerves all end up at the center padded
With emotions, or emoticons
Symbols are the language
On the island representing
Life and every aspect of it
Reason is the gauge of understanding
Reason is so misleading it tells me I’m happy when my soul is bleeding
Needing anything is just ridiculous,
I’ve got a spectacular abundance of everything just
Within reach, when I wake up from this dream I’ll be on a beach
Basking in the warmth of purity
Or drowning in a sea of impurity
When my double wakes up from his dream
I’ll no longer exist
So I live day to day, every moment hunted
I thank the plants and the trees for oxygen and weed
Split open swishers and proceed to get blunted
Except I’m sharper than the point of a needle
Switch reality right in front of your face routines and habits
Flutter to the ground like dying beetles
Struggling every moment with the images I’m holding
In my mind, held so tight, illuminated
In my bubble floating staring at the display
Rearranging my palette, a true artist at work
Impeccability is the goal and nothing is where I’ve started
A mental astronaut, navigating in my bubble
Lurking through the shadows, blinded by the light….