Look at all the fish,
swimming in their shallow little bowls.
Many colors, many shapes,
googly eyes staring out of the glass,
uncomprehending and glassy,
pretty, but small and insignificant.
Turning round and round,
same old circles, same old patterns.
I'm tired and I'm bored.
I want to go deeper,
to explore the depths of the ocean.
I want to break out of my little bowl,
and see the great beyond,
stare at the great fish in the deeps.
These little fish are nice to look at,
but there is nothing else there.
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