Bubble wrap dreams!

The colours on the canvas fade slowly

As the winds of life erode the surface

Of my our imaginary worlds

Those worlds that are made and destroyed

By wills and fancies – ironically not mine!

For solace we can fall back on Karma,

Honestly where will civilizations be 

if not for these philosophies?

Well, for some, dreams are like bubble wrap,

Meant less for nurturing, more for bursting

Either for the pleasure of others

Or for ourselves, as we have nothing better to do!

But thanks to those fancies we beggars can ride once in a while.