SELF TIME LIFE DEATH
A BUBBLE
I LIVE WITHIN A BUBBLE
THAT FLOATS THROUGHOUT A SPACE
IT DOES NOT TAKE MUCH ROOM UP
IN FACT IT LEAVES NO TRACE
THE ONLY WAY YOU,‘LL FIND IT
IS TO LOOK WITHIN YOUR MIND
IN PLACES THAT ARE QUIET
WHERE SLEEPY THOUGHTS RESIDE
THEY DRIFT AND GLIDE TOGETHER
NOT REALLY IN A SHAPE
FOR I’M JUST A LOVING MOMENT
YOU,‘VE LEFT WITHIN YOUR WAKE
P TTODD
INSPIRATIONAL POET
JAN 2010
SELF TIME LIFE DEATH
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