The other day in town I saw a sad clown
with balloons and a sign saying "want to pop one?" (or something like that).
I thought about it, then resisted, I felt it would be bad karma to pop something
representing such innocence.
The last few days I feel like my head is a balloon, like someone has covered it from the outside with paper and glue - I just want someone else to pop me out of this bubble now please.
Once a daydreamer, always a daydreamer.
