Bubbles
07/03/2025
2507032374065

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I’m deep,
profound—
inter dimensional,
thinking beyond
the traditional
thoughts.

I pray
I meditate
I praise,
I manifest
I illuminate
I stay
in the estate
of spiritual consciousness.

I philosophize,
analyze reality:
politics,
economics,
society.

And I go deeper—
psychology,
spiritual truths,
the roots.

I go deeper!

I’m a keeper
of incomprehensible
words.

But sometimes...
sometimes...

A squirrel passes through—
and I, the thinker,
the planner,
the uneasy observer,
turns into
an admirer
of simple bubbles.

I love bubbles.
Soapy, etereal,
imaginary
pop stars
in the park.

I love bubbles—
and nothing else
the thoughts
choose to embark.

I love bubbles,
and I’m light,
and dumb,
and numb,
and just like
to laugh.

The problem is...
I go back.

And...
Again...

I’m deep,
profound—
inter dimensional,
thinking beyond
the traditional
thoughts.

I pray,
I meditate
I praise,
I manifest
I illuminate
I stay
in
the estate
of spiritual mindedness.

And the problem is:

I love bubbles,
and
I can't escape...
again.

And then...

sometimes...

A squirrel passes through—
and I, the thinker,
the planner,
the uneasy observer,
turns into
an admirer
of simple bubbles.

I love bubbles.
Soapy, etereal,
imaginary
pop stars
in the park.

I love bubbles—
and nothing else
the thoughts
choose to embark.

I love bubbles,
and I’m light,
and dumb,
and numb,
and just like
to laugh.

The problem is...
I go back.

And...
Again...

I’m deep,
profound—
inter dimensional,
thinking beyond
the traditional
thoughts.

I pray,
I meditate
I praise,
I manifest
I illuminate
I stay
in
the estate
of spiritual mindedness.

I philosophize,
analyze reality:
politics,
economics,
society.

And I go deeper—
psychology,
spiritual truths,
the roots.

I go deeper!

I’m a keeper
of incomprehensible
words.

But sometimes...
sometimes...

A squirrel passes through—
and I, the thinker,
the planner,
the uneasy observer,
turns into
an admirer
of simple bubbles.

I love bubbles.
Soapy, etereal,
imaginary
pop stars
in the park.

I love bubbles—
and nothing else
the thoughts
choose to embark.

I love bubbles,
and I’m light,
and dumb,
and numb,
and just like
to laugh.

The problem is...
I go back.

And...
I miss bubbles,
and I can escape,
my own my mind...

Again...

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Title Bubbles
I’m deep,
profound—
inter dimensional,
thinking beyond
the traditional
thoughts.

I pray
I meditate
I praise,
I manifest
I illuminate
I stay
in the estate
of spiritual consciousness.

I philosophize,
analyze reality:
politics,
economics,
society.

And I go deeper—
psychology,
spiritual truths,
the roots.

I go deeper!

I’m a keeper
of incomprehensible
words.

But sometimes...
sometimes...

A squirrel passes through—
and I, the thinker,
the planner,
the uneasy observer,
turns into
an admirer
of simple bubbles.

I love bubbles.
Soapy, etereal,
imaginary
pop stars
in the park.

I love bubbles—
and nothing else
the thoughts
choose to embark.

I love bubbles,
and I’m light,
and dumb,
and numb,
and just like
to laugh.

The problem is...
I go back.

And...
Again...

I’m deep,
profound—
inter dimensional,
thinking beyond
the traditional
thoughts.

I pray,
I meditate
I praise,
I manifest
I illuminate
I stay
in
the estate
of spiritual mindedness.

And the problem is:

I love bubbles,
and
I can't escape...
again.

And then...

sometimes...

A squirrel passes through—
and I, the thinker,
the planner,
the uneasy observer,
turns into
an admirer
of simple bubbles.

I love bubbles.
Soapy, etereal,
imaginary
pop stars
in the park.

I love bubbles—
and nothing else
the thoughts
choose to embark.

I love bubbles,
and I’m light,
and dumb,
and numb,
and just like
to laugh.

The problem is...
I go back.

And...
Again...

I’m deep,
profound—
inter dimensional,
thinking beyond
the traditional
thoughts.

I pray,
I meditate
I praise,
I manifest
I illuminate
I stay
in
the estate
of spiritual mindedness.

I philosophize,
analyze reality:
politics,
economics,
society.

And I go deeper—
psychology,
spiritual truths,
the roots.

I go deeper!

I’m a keeper
of incomprehensible
words.

But sometimes...
sometimes...

A squirrel passes through—
and I, the thinker,
the planner,
the uneasy observer,
turns into
an admirer
of simple bubbles.

I love bubbles.
Soapy, etereal,
imaginary
pop stars
in the park.

I love bubbles—
and nothing else
the thoughts
choose to embark.

I love bubbles,
and I’m light,
and dumb,
and numb,
and just like
to laugh.

The problem is...
I go back.

And...
I miss bubbles,
and I can escape,
my own my mind...

Again...
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Author - Song producer 100.00 %. Holder Kiara Farei. Date Jul 3, 2025.


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