Mobile Bubble

Beady Belle

I'm going forward in a mobile bubble 
I am on my way to a blank page 
That's where the future is as yet novel 
It's coming towards me while I age 

I'm going forward in a mobile bubble 
And all the shapes I see they grow 
And I am greddy and I want to gobble 
All the details that come and go 

In a while the shapes will lose their substance 
And I will have to turn around to achieve distance 

I'm going backward in a mobile bubble 
I need binoculars to see the history 
And all the details they seem to huddle 
In to a lump I can't decide or even see 

In a while the spirit will retire 
And I will have to turn around to achieve desire