Don`t burst my bubble!

A surprising pierce, with a gate crashed spear.

Oh dear a big round tear,runs down my cheek.
The damage is done ...
Now my imagination`s on the run.

What I felt wasn`t so ,isn`t the case,
I feel fraught and debased.

Remember the hallogen balloon,fly away.
The message I sent,a wish misspent?

You make your own luck I would say,
Percieve it for yourself
not necessarily society`s way.

Let your mind unravel the revelations,
eyes away from prejudice,judgement feel your qualitive,visions.

Charge your inner pendulum,with hurt turn to joy,
to be a man not a boy.