Each soul resides in a fragile sphere,

A bubble shaped by struggles and fear.

Its walls reflect the weight we bear,

But will we dare to pierce the air?

The barriers hold, so firm, so tight,

Guarding our hearts from day to night.

Yet, do we pause to twist or toggle,

To break the shell despite the struggle?

When bubbles burst, the world expands,

A chaos of dreams in trembling hands.

Will you climb the ladder, bold and free,

Or tumble down in uncertainty?

The splinters fall, the platters crash,

Moments ignite in a fleeting flash.

Will you hoard the shards in bitter sorrow,

Or serve the feast to greet tomorrow?

Does it matter, this fleeting fight?

Do dreams ascend or fade from sight?

I pray they soar, untouched by shatter,

For hope’s the spark that truly matters.