Boy In The Bubble
The boy is on the train he should have missed
With ink and paper, calculating risk
Stabs his leg with point of pen
His equation mocks him ‘one in ten’
‘One in ten!’ he should have known
To fold his hand once the odds had grown
But someone pulled him off the edge of the map
Out of the bubble, into the trap
So as he sits in transit, empty and spent
Telling the public where it all went
He belies the fact that an ember burns
For an investment that might one day return
There’s nothing here for the boy in the bubble
He needs a game to keep him out of trouble
Watch the pressure build
And when the space is filled
Let the boy out the bubble
Drawing shapes with tired hands
Digging graves for dying plans
The boy is blinkered, the boy isn’t blind
The boy knows what he is leaving behind
Forming words with eager lips
Finds his feet, then he slips
The boy has said what he came to say
But in a cryptic, nonesense way
Light up the sky for the boy in the bubble
Attract his eyes to stop him seeing double