Oh the glory of being a fish with a wish,
glass boundaries and some food thrown in
for thought and sustenance... moving with the moon.
I thought that I was sovereign, never knew that the
contract I took was come due. Huh? where is my
silver spoon? I came as a humble volunteer,
to make Earth well and be of good cheer. A good egg.
Or so I thought, like many other dupes so long ago.
The human experiment is a place, I'd rather not know.
Too late, I came, I lived, I saw... (big sigh here),
Too livid and raw...
on a half shell of living a perfectly synced up life,
a perfectly delightful and beautiful wife.
Oh now comes the humor, the joy of divine,
what I sought for myself wasn't nothing so fine.
I'm just a little goldfish that all
could see...
except the delusion is that the joke is on me. i cry,
i laugh, then i'm proud to just be.
Blowing bubbles of breath,
i look out to see that those
bubbles of breath are the
bubbles of me. I'm here,
alive, and most perfectly free.
Friday, May 13, 2016
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