Watch the world flying by,

Gazing out from my golden bubble,

The truth dodges round me,

Never hurt and never troubled.

A world of morning sunshine,

Of soft summer rain,

Shrouded from winds that whipped round my word,

The growing darkness and the pain.

I was naïve but happy,

That way I wish I stayed,

But my bubble burst open

By whom it was made.

 Broken tatters of my bubble,

Shattered by the truth,

Left with cold careless reality,

And lost innocence of youth.