This one I wrote after drawing a picture of dream bubbles or did I write the poem first, can’t remember
Each bubble was unique
Some had popped
Some had rainbows
Others had other signification
What happens when your dreams change
or indeed your reality?
Do you realise that you’re just there to see how life can be?
Almost like a 2-year film is flashed in seconds flat
that makes you suddenly decide you don’t want a part of that.
Do you ignore the questions that arise then in your head?
Do you listen and work through them
weighing everything up instead?
Do you just follow your gut and let it lead your way?
After all it’s your reality
that you will live each day.
Is there a touch of disappointment
that things aren’t always as they seem?
Do you climb down from the bubble
and put it down to the bigger scheme?
Do you shrug and consider it was not meant to be
and realise not everything you’re able to foresee?
As directions change,
sometimes so fast,
outlooks in life can then contrast.
Do you just take it all
within your stride,
which then frees the ache that’s grown inside
and that even if something else is in force
your life can take whatever course?
Do you then
open your eyes and see that no matter what
you will be happy?
Thank you for reading 💖