A wooden frame first; very small and simple,

Without any weight yet, light and nimble,

Then, add bubbles and bubbles with trouble

In between the joints and expand their size to double

Dive inside the foam sockets and start an infinite bubble-ception,

The simple description of this process is pure deception.

Then, finally recall the rules over yonder

And make sure the frames are in the right places;

It is time to allow my mind to wander

As long as my thoughts align with the blueprint’s traces.

So now with careful flicks

I make bubbly bricks

And with hopes and dreams

Made are bubbly beams

As my bubbly constructions

Without any disruption

Are put in their place

Under my overseeing gaze

And ultimately, my beautiful building was built

Now bubbles solidified, all according to plan

Every floorboard and pipeline polished and felt

Every layer of concrete and steel solidly founded, and “Man,”

I said to myself, standing on surrounding metaphorical pavement

“It’s pretty dang hard to write a personal statement.”