Cautiously touch the edge of a bubble
Peering into the world inside
It collapses to some soapy rubble
I wanted to know, I did I tried
To win but lose, succeed yet fail
Ascending hopes, but crushing fears
The dreams I hold are bright but frail
Elicits a smile on the brink of tears
Weight of my thoughts bearing down
Not knowing if I’m wrong or right
Don’t know if it’s glass or a crown
Upon my head that reflects the light
Hey all, it’s been awhile. I haven’t written since…finals? Forgive me, I’ve been busy but nowhere near enough to suggest that I have 0 time to write. I’ve been working at the lab, doing some homework, debating a bit, that’s about it.
This piece is about how it feels to be alone, outside, not knowing if you’re right, even if others tell you you’re wrong. It’s how it feels to win in word but not in heart, in spirit. It’s how it feels to want something so bad, but not knowing if you can or should, and if you have what it takes, or if it’s just fantasy.
I thought it would be appropriate to note that glass and crown are not mutually exclusive, hence the title. You can interpret that however you wish, or through the same lens as the rest of the analysis.
It’s good to be back.
Thank you for reading, and have a great day