"Pop Goes My Bubble"

lost my basket of fruit
no apple, no orange
no little connection
to my simpleness
congested thoughts
I'm dreaming big fantasies
about nothing i can grasp in real time
shopping for a good memory
or a smile on my face
when I used to mean it
a candle with more scent than light
I'm tired of perfumes
the art got lost in mass-production
and we fell through the cracks
right into a big factory
blind-folded, but no justice
I get carried away
in thought bubbles
I float for awhile
'til the bubbles go pop!