B-Burst

When bubbles burst,
Is it just air? Or a dream from another world?
When bubbles burst, what remains?
Only a whisper, a thought, a fleeting happiness.
Just like life, so ephemeral and brief,
This bubble is a mirror, of pain and of downfall.

But if we’re lucky, and we look closely,
We find in its fragility, a deeper meaning.

It quietly asks us: What do you see within?
Is it the end? Or a new beginning?