I sit inside the bubble of life
yet so I think
about the purpose and reason
Is inside the shell 
a better life
or outside perhaps more pleasing
I accept the rules 
and follow the ways
of things I cannot alter
It seems so hard 
to stay content
and so very easy to falter
Are the boundaries
of my thoughts
an inescapable trap
With the only chance 
for breaking out
to suffer a mental snap
If outside the bubble 
and looking in
would I be glad I was free
If I weren't bound 
by invisible walls
what would my limits be
If the truth of life 
were clearly known
is the only exit death's door
And the time I'm waiting 
for it to occur
wasted by not leaving before.