Life in a bubble
must really be grand.
You’re in the center
wherever you stand.
Sheltered, cushioned
in a circle of friends...
Do they support you?
Well, that just depends...
Bright lights and cameras
and newspaper men...
I see you; I hear you
again and again
-in movies, on TV
and even in song.
Biased opinions
that help you belong.
Taking advantage
of fame and success...
Self-righteous tirades
that seem orbitless...
Floating and spinning
all over the world,
not resting ‘til all
accusations are hurled.
From out looking in
the bubble’s apparent
-distorted, inflated
and very transparent.
Twisting and turning,
the bending of facts...
Your circle of friends
still patting your back...
Delusions of grandeur
are making you gloat.
Inflated ego’s
what keeps you afloat.
Sensation of rising
is caused by hot air.
Hot soon will meet cold
and the bubble will tear.
Sheltered, cushioned
in a circle of friends...
Will they support you?
Well, that just depends...
(until the ride ends)
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