She often gets lost.
She often feels lost.
Living with a world who stays inside a bubble.
How many times she wanted to take a pin.
Fingers shaking, yet her heart is determined
Trouble comes when trouble comes
She whines, then laughs at them.
Do you cast her away?
Or do you love her more?
Then you come upon that common space
Shared by like folks holding similar pins,
Varied hues of the rainbow,
Tiny and long ones.
It doesn’t matter.
The intention is the same.
“Pop the bubble”!, our hearts scream.
Do you cast away the pin?
Or do you love your heart more?
In that common space
Of either being lost or found,
Neither being lost or found
Serving as guides to the unknown
These similar pins pave the way.
Strike and pierce the bubble!
The unknown life comes to life!
Why hold back?
Holding similar pins in the common space
We found ourselves in each other.