the protected

having never really set foot outside the

bubble,

the knowledge of the inside is of course

extreme---

the ability to answer any question dealing with the sensibilities of

what is like to always be surrounded by

loved ones,

to always have a jingling in the pocket,

to always know that in the daily routine

everyone pretty much looks like you

everyone pretty much smells like you

everyone pretty much acts like you---

to never really be challenged by anything &

in that,

never knowing any concept of human struggle,

from which others may never know a single moment of

rest---

to always accept what is told

due to the face that always tells it

(as these faces never really change never really change---when one dies,

they are simply replaced by an almost identical one)---

to never have discomfort

to never fear catastrophe

to walk outside the bubble with the knowledge that

everything revolves around you &

can only touch you when you allow for it

when you

control all the circumstances

(or when one representing you has established beforehand the appropriate nature of its

safety)---

to wonder what everyone outside the bubble is complaining about

to wonder what a wrinkle or gray hair might be

to

age

like

fine

wine &

to die leaving an unearned

legacy.