Thousands of thousands came,
Leaving as they were,
Empty wallets on the floor.
These bubbles do not float,
They walk but not walk,
They speak but not speak,
For their very foundation is weak,
As it relies on their strength,
And their strength is their ignorance -
bliss – but not Bliss.
And who are these bubbles,
They are you, you, you – but not You.
Is it strange what they seek,
Or that they seek at all.
Is it need that they want,
Or the want to need it all.
Is it this, this, this, or that.
Is it bliss.
