Free Floating

In my foamy bubble there 's ample room for free-floating and even, once in a while, submerging for a while beneath the surface, where the wild things are and disturb tranquility. And when I free-float my head spins in only one direction, peace. It's quite comfortable inside my bubble, and nothing can burst it, not even the bullets and bombs and, certainly, not the usual drumbeat of words, such as get a hold on your life and or stop deluding yourself. I've put a tape on my ears and, thankfully, am deaf to disheartening needles aiming to burst my bubble. In your inner paradise find a priest to wed you to yourself and wish you eternal happiness. Barely I survive my own demons sometimes, and today there's no sign of them. Surprise, we 're off to a long vacation and you can come along, as long as you don't bump into my bubble and drag me to the real world, okay? I have received many assurances and can rest now knowing my bubble is for the foreseeable future fully intact. No need to worry about the day after, it will hit you unaware.