Sense Sonnet - Acher

 Bubble on a Mission

I be a bubble in a brook.

Bunches of bubbles all around.

Just like all the others I look.

And we are all so boring bound.

Out of this stream I long to be.

"Come over here," the shore does say,

Very invitingly to me.

And so I plan my getaway.

I bubble bounce into the air,

And catch a ride upon a breeze,

Which to the shore does float me there,

Plan comes together with such ease.

I be a bubble reaching shore.

Alas, I pop and be no more.