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I     Shrink Me

Did you ever want to be a happy bubble,
molecules without choice?
I glide past the chance of happiness,
prevail upon the clearest water,
bitty bubbles frothing slightly white,
and I can never stop the river.
I cry.
I run in fear,
in front of it.
When I run, I die.
Her mien and my apprehensions
make me dissemble.
Shrink me, propel me down the river.

II     River Stop

My creator does not stop my river.
Always fear when there should not be,
but a silent, still me, a happy bubble,
perfect and permanently at peace.
I know she loves me,
I need to be behind the engine,
the restaurant car, bypassing the ‘magic’ of liquor.
but if we have a happy moment,
stop the river,
not like ice.

III     Leaping in Happy Bubbles

And I can never stop the river.
I cry.
I glide, passing by happiness,
Did you ever want to be a happy bubble?
Perfect and permanently at peace,
molecules without choice.
Shrink me, propel me down the river,
bitty bubbles frothing slightly white.
Prevail upon the clearest water.
In front.
When I run, I die.
Always fear when there should not be.
She is a driver and I need to leap in.
She informs me and sometimes she manifests it,
makes me dissemble, but I know she loves me.
Her mien and my apprehensions,
and I can never stop the river.
I cry.