A struggle in a bubble,
A contraction of oneself,
Hopelessly devoted,
To the confines of a shelf.
Longing for a answer,
To a question already known,
All the pieces are in play,
Balanced but not alone.
Fields full of flowers,
Opening to greet the sun,
Are we that different,
A child of light from just one.
Fighting what will be,
Fighting what we are,
I\'m climbing off the shelf right now,
To become that shining star.
\"Pop\" goes the bubble.........