[pre]Caged rainbows,
moving tirelessly around their reflective prisons.
Oddly clean - for prisoners.
Most sink, sucked into the dark abyss,
the lucky ones survive a little longer.
The slight breeze that blows across their faces
replenishes their hope to be free.
To fly - or at the very least, float - unclustered.
Individually.
Each the same shape,
Not one succeeding.
Each a bubble.[/pre]
