Watching the bubbles floating in my lava lamp

I can stare for hours feeling so content

The shapes that form are never quite the same

But always enticing, transfixed on their game

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Sometimes perfect circles will form and float

Others simply crash whilst some start and then just coat

Some form as a column and then break free

Others look like stalagmites or the base of a tree

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I marvel at the ones that stay at the top

Watching to see how long before they flop

Then my eyes are drawn to the activity at the base

Sometimes never forming a bubble not even a trace

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Sometimes I wonder how it would feel

To be floating freely, untouched until

The next bubble bumps you out of the way

Where you will float you have no say

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I suddenly realise why I’m so transfixed

It symbolises life, at times free, at times fixed

It shows all the journeys every path we might tread

From the beginning to the end and all emotions we will feel