skin thin bubble

in a bubble

things pushed against it

have always tried to bust it

they’re pushing now

trying to obliterate it

and if they succeed

i’m doomed

in the truest sense of the word

i’ve one protection

as i float aimlessly through

through earth

carried about by whims and winds

subject to overwhelming dangers

close to the heat

the burning fires

the rage of the times

the countless dangers in which to plunge

and yet i’m here

somehow

as fragile as i am

as weak

as vulnerable as i feel

i’ve only one protection

when?

and will

the bubble burst?

i ask as i peer

through its soft and clear window

naked and afraid

i wonder how i’ve floated this far

without it having burst

adding further to this intrigue

is the 360 degree panoramic sweep

casualties everywhere abound

i’m as vulnerable as the underbelly of a baby

even my own

my heart is skin deep,

with only some ribs spaced between

over vital organs

i’ve only one protection

i’m in a bubble

i’m still alive for a singular reason

the bubble hasn’t burst

but it will

when?

it’s only a matter of time

my one protection is,

my invisible helmet,

my spirit sword

he is always watching