Fish Bowl
swimming in a delicate sea of rocks
floating back and forth, to and fro
mostly in a foggy daze
bubbling just to get attention
no cares for the real world
living in an abyss of nothing
trying to get to the better times
hitting the glass when venturing out afar
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