Boy in a Bubble

I was a boy in a bubble.

The world made me cough and wheeze

The hospital staff would come running

Every time I sneezed

My mom and dad would come visit

Reach in the tent with kid gloves

I'd feel their touch and the warm embrace

Through the plastic walls I'd feel love

And the boy in the bubble looked out on the scene

And imagined a world that was just like his dreams

Where the wind smelled like lilacs and on both sides the grass was still green

And if the room was still empty would anyone else hear him scream

I was a boy in a bubble

Only for a month or two

I'd lay there thinking that things could be worse

Because I had a room with a view

Limitless bowls of ice cream

Passed to me on a tray

Vitamin D in abundance

Even when the skies were grey

These days I ponder that it's just not that fair

How death and destruction float right through the air

How we pull all our handshakes and we mask all our fears

We keep our distance and pretend it's not weird

Again I'm a boy in a bubble

Sanitized and sheltered in place

I spend my days with my handheld - watching twitter

And try not to touch my face

Which is harder than you'd imagine

Cause I haven't shaved in weeks

So I strike a pose like the thinker

And gently stroke my cheeks

But its better to be safe than sorry

It's worse to be dead than alive

I'll crawl back inside my bubble

And do my best to survive