The world is a bubble philosophers say;
Latex expanding for only a day.
Sculpting the air with a futile design.
Twisting and turning is hardly divine.
Clowns in their colors at parties pretend
atmosphere to their will proudly they bend.
We're all of us jesters, who, like a balloon,
Soon become airless and pale as the moon.
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