BUBBLES



Some people like ribbons and hearts, some like the stars,
I like the bubbles best.

Look how they float around so freely,
not bound to anything,
look how they float away, away, away
from where they started off.

They don't remember the past,
they move on.
They don't remember any paths,
they let the wind take them anywhere.

Created by a gentle breath,
their journeys unsure,
but that's why they're bubbles,
all full of surprises.

They burst and dissipate into the thin air,
memories being set free,
its not as if they're forgotten,
they've lived in someone's mind.

The happiness they've given,
it might be short-lived.
But what's most important,
is that they've contributed to someone's life.



We don't have to forget,
moving on doesn't mean forgetting,
it only means remembering the great moments,

Remembering your worst moments,
and letting them push you forward.

Or maybe it really just means not looking back anymore,
because it does not make a difference.

We don't forget, but we don't remember either.
We just live for what's ahead of us.

We don't have to worry for our future,
the most we have to plan is the next step before us,
not a hundred steps ahead of us.


Because we can't rise,
unless we fall.

Its a new start,
this time I'm certain.