Bound to the ground,no space to move around.
How free are these bubbles, relieved from every troubles.
Not thinking about small life,leaving behind all signs of strife.
Shining in the glory of sun rays,living in every moment not wasting days.
Cat reflecting my feelings in her stare,cursing tedious life and admiring bubbles' glare.
This post is linked to Five Sentence Fiction (Bubbles), and Three Word Wednesday #438 (waste, reflect, tedious)
