Bubbles Poem by DarkX 474

When I put my head underwater
I feel that I am somewhere else
so I yell and yell
and nobody can hear me
for as many bubbles come out
it is how many times
I have suffered
the big bubbles represent
what is going to happen next
but the smaller bubbles
it is what happened
Popping every bubble doesn't help
but not knowing makes it worse
so blowing the bubbles in a
better path will help it change what's
going to happen next
Not looking beyond
will hold you back
but moving on will
change your prospective of life.