Fragile Escape

There are days when everything feels too much,

like an ocean is running through us.

Then you hide inside a bubble,

forgetting or avoiding all the trouble.

That is the time when you open your wings,

seeking jubilation in different kinds of things.

Dancing around, immersing in music, just dreams to

follow, living like there is no tomorrow.

Inside the safe place you can gently rest,

let the quiet thoughts pass through your chest.

You can dream freely, no need to pretend,

your broken pieces don’t have to face the present.

However, that peace cannot stay forever,

the bubble suddenly bursts, thinner than ever.

It breaks in a second, the silence is gone,

the weight of the world comes back on and on.

Parents nagging, to-dos piling up,

problems keep growing, they never stop.

The bubble is not a solution,

just a brief escape, a mere illusion.

Miklós Csenge   X. R