life is short
man is a bubble
trapped under a mountain, a river, a bridge
or laying on the sidewalk
sadly death will find us all
knowing one day, that clock will catch up to me
makes me want to live up the little moments
change direction, better myself
being reminded, it can happen.....instantly
could scare me enough to trap me inside
the apartment i hate to waste time cleaning
i've got to start making a mark on this world
knowing i'll leave behind goodness, art, and love
loving nephew, cousins, friends,
i suppose that's enough
life on the bubble
a rainbow, then....
pop
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