At the convergence of consciousness

And the manifest World

Lays an infinite amount of possibilities,

All ready to blow like bubbles,

Each its own reality.

Pick your bubbles wisely

If you plan to live in them,

Or simply bring yourself to remember

You were the force that blew them,

For your simple joy’s sake.

Some bubbles will fly high,

Others will pop short.

None will live forever in the Sky

So enjoy!

And create some more.

Seek to craft your bubbles right

Knowing that you can’t go wrong.

Remember, you are just a child,

Playing, this is your duty in life,

And this, is just rainbow soap.

That’s all we are really,

Children blowing bubbles in the Sky.

The Sky doesn't get changed by them,

That is why all is allowed,

Just watch them rise and fall

And remember to smile,

For all will be washed clean,

after all.