Klutzy Focus

She stepped out shyly, gingerly,
A bubble on her pipe,
To navigate through bump and breeze
And keep the thing upright.

Her confidence began to rise,
“I can keep this thing intact
If I don’t look to the left or right,
I can achieve this act.”
So, though she stepped upon the feet
Of those she held so dear
And upset their things, she kept
Her bubble in the clear.

And, when across and looking back,
She saw her dreadful errors;
While keeping her own bubble safe,
She had endangered theirs.

Oh, Dear! Tell me, what can I do
To help clear up your rubble?
I only skipped and bumped and jumped
So not to burst my bubble.