Now I know, that Mom and Dad said, that there’s no shortcuts in life…
Fish
I am hollow,
perhaps,
but not empty…
We used to mock you,
fishies,
for swimming to and fro,
all day…
Everybody do their own thing,
I’m over here fishing
and grilling…
ive got this little fishy dude
hes real shiny and likes to hang out
in his little fish house…
At the edge of the ship,
a small fish swims…
You know what?
They work really hard on their fins,
and all we ever care about…
so there i was
considering why someone was ruthlessly mocking a small goldfish for not being able to follow their finger
in my head because im not a jerk
The boats lay in the docks,
waiting for their friends to wake…
Dancing on wet glass,
Sharing little waves…
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