There are so many bubbles,

 big ones small ones and all sorts in between

But the only ones I care about

 are dying in the leaves 

They hit them and pop 

but sometimes one gets through

And after that where do they go,

 they have get popped too

they’ll hit something later down the line 

and get disintegrated

From every other bubble 

they’ll be separated 

 

But that’s most things really 

We all get disintegrated 

Split into tiny parts 

But later 

We’ll be built up

But we’ll never be the collection 

we once were

 

Now your bubbles’s solitude

And if you’re lucky you’ll keep two

But later down you’ll gain more 

Pockets of air for you to store

They’ll fall apart quicker

But they’ll be a lot bigger

 

But that’s just life

Semblance of what we once were

A collection of bubbles washed down the creek

That you’re lucky if you can keep 

You’re certainly now more

But you aren’t who you once were

 

But that’s the joy of it

None’s who they were

You can watch them 

As they gain

As they lose 

As they change

And there may be a few bubbles 

that survived the whole trip

But the leaves will still be there

Pulling them away from your grip

 

You’ll always gain new bubbles 

But it will never be the same

I’m not saying that’s a bad thing 

It’s perfectly okay

Cause bigger bubbles

While more breakable 

They also look beautiful 

You should care for them too

Don’t just see the small bubbles 

As they separate from you

 

You should care for all your bubbles 

All sizes, all stages, the old and the new

Cause none wants to disintegrate

But It’ll always be the case

There’s nothing anyone could do

To make that fact untrue

 

You shouldn’t care about that though 

You should go, this life’s your own!

You’re your own collection

And it's ok if it's changed

We’re all different 

None is the same

 

Air trapped from a waterfall

Has traveled down the creek

And ended up collating 

Making you unique 

 

You might not be the same as you were

But you’re still there

You’re still you

And you’ll gain more bubbles eventually 

Even if you only have a few

 

You’re not disintegrated

But you will one day

But That’s too much

 to think about 

You’re a bubble 

You don’t have a brain 

Just float down the creek

Gain, loose, disintegrate 

It’s just a part of you

It shouldn’t cause you pain 

 

You’ll lose yourself

You’ll disintegrate 

But you’ll gain more

And that’s the joy

You’ll disintegrate 

You’ll fall apart 

But you’ll get back together

And one day you won’t 

So cherish the bubbles you have 

Enjoy them in the present 

Because one day in the future

You will lose them