Bubbles
Everywhere
The world warped on the skin
Colors meld together
Yet remain seperate
Watching, observing

Silent

At times the art is good
At times it would rather burn
A bubble still remains
Lurking in the air
Nothing to say

Not even a thank you

Orbs that stare
Orbs that judge
Unfair, these transparent shields
Bubbles are free
They roam where the current takes them
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