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Once I Was A Fish

Once, I was a fish
Who lived inside a glass bowl,
And every day I swam round
Peering out at the world outside.

Sometimes, I could watch in peace,
At other times big pink things came.
Sometimes they brought food.
Sometimes they just watched.
[Always noisy]

The smaller ones tried to touch me;
Pressing their pink fins on the bowl side.
Sometimes they tapped, moving the water
Disturbing the perfect [pink] peace of my underwater world
[I didn't like this, so I hid inside my cave
The vibrations hurt my head]

Sometimes I loved; sometimes I feared;
Sometimes ate or watched the world.

But mostly I just swam.
[Or floated.
Whichever.]

-

Today, I am people.
I rush round, plug myself into humanity.
Instead of thinking, I act;
Instead of loving, I fear;
I feed on hatred, instead of fish food.

[It tastes like chicken]

I have no time to float or swim,
No time to watch the fish go by,
Only time for television,
For death, not life,
[Only life unlived.]
No-one tries to touch me anymore,
And words hurt my heads, [instead of vibrations]
But I drown my pain, [my red pain],
Within my inner caverns.

Alone,
In my personal fishbowl of aggression.
[My red fishbowl.]

-

Yesterday, I was a fish.
Today, I am people.

[Tomorrow, I will be a fish again.]

Description
Once I Was A Fish

Once, I was a fish
Who lived inside a glass bowl,
And every day I swam round
Peering out at the world outside.

Sometimes, I could watch in peace,
At other times big pink things came.
Sometimes they brought food.
Sometimes they just watched.
[Always noisy]

The smaller ones tried to touch me;
Pressing their pink fins on the bowl side.
Sometimes they tapped, moving the water
Disturbing the perfect [pink] peace of my underwater world
[I didn't like this, so I hid inside my cave
The vibrations hurt my head]

Sometimes I loved; sometimes I feared;
Sometimes ate or watched the world.

But mostly I just swam.
[Or floated.
Whichever.]

-

Today, I am people.
I rush round, plug myself into humanity.
Instead of thinking, I act;
Instead of loving, I fear;
I feed on hatred, instead of fish food.

[It tastes like chicken]

I have no time to float or swim,
No time to watch the fish go by,
Only time for television,
For death, not life,
[Only life unlived.]
No-one tries to touch me anymore,
And words hurt my heads, [instead of vibrations]
But I drown my pain, [my red pain],
Within my inner caverns.

Alone,
In my personal fishbowl of aggression.
[My red fishbowl.]

-

Yesterday, I was a fish.
Today, I am people.

[Tomorrow, I will be a fish again.]