Little Fish

Little fish in the bowl, why dost thou swim In such transparency, sheltered and saved Guarded by glass walls, untouched, scaly, dim Surrounded by comfort, creature enslaved While here I am, unprotected and out Running and knowing what it truly means To swim in sunlight and parched endure draught To make mistakes and have no routines Won’t you come out, fish, and live as I do Or stay forever guarded in that tank Doomed to wonder, never know, have no clue What happiness is, what is true and frank Oh, little fish, I feel sorry for thee Thou shall never be as happy as me