untitled (for K.M.W.S.)

like a soapy bubble
the kind children create
and play with
 
drifting
to where the breeze takes me
content to simply being
afloat
 
not really expecting
(possibly, hoping)
to fly upwards just
onwards
 
yet mostly just wanting
not to fall...
 
hit the ground...
 
and inevitably
 
burst