Transfixing, Transversing, Transpiring,
The imagination.
Intoxicating, Enlightening, Engaging,
The mind.
The wax bubbles float lazily,
Appearing so free,
Yet still trapped in their glass prison.
They captivate the eyes,
Captivate your thoughts,
Grabbing your awareness.
Metaphorically they represent our lives,
We believe we are free,
Yet we are trapped in our own prisons,
Drudging our lives away,
Just so we can live an existence,
That we don't have time to enjoy.
2 comments:
This is a great poem. thank you for it. it helped me write a piece of atonal, 12 tone music for my final evaluation. This is inspiring and is so true, as a matter of fact i'm watching my lava lamp right now :) Thank you
cheers
Liz
Sweet poem.
Really saved my ass during class thanks chicka!
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