Blowing bubbles, por Cyril Rolando
Too much water,
But you can't stop the flow,
Getting absorbed in your work.
Too many desires,
But you can't stop the walk,
Flooded by the law and order.
Sometimes, you feel like a goldfish,
Blowing bubbles in a tiny bowl,
But you can't stop. Dream on.
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