Come with me in this corner.
I am blowing bubbles
Kaleidoscopic comforts, they are
sweet, very friendly, very warm.
They make you feel good '
therapy for a night
with endomorphin surge.
Only, they do not know themselves so well.
Like me, they seek, probably from me
I do not know when they had me changed.
I left myself behind
the part that once sounded like me.
But the one, now hopping
high and low
surfing new turfs, is also me.
Blow with me some bubbles
Before they cling to you like vacuum
let them drift away...
When night opens its big, black mouth
they will burst one by one.
Words will then sleep exhausted
until the next round of illusions...