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Here we go again

Taking a walk on ocean’s ground

In the darkness looking

For sparkling gems

That disappear eacht time

Our fingers tighten around

A goldfish in a glass capsule

Crosses my way, not 2 feet away

Watching us climbing mountains

Like overpackèd mules

Coughing, twitching

Restless while they go astray

“What a sad little fish

Living all its life in a bowl

Wha sad little world

What a sad little world…”

I started thinking

Staring at her kaleidoscopish

Eyes which looked like

Deep neverending tubish holes

That provide a mass

Of memories

Of the past

Hopes and ideas

Mixed with

Everlasting fears

See how they bend

And leave a crooked

Sleepy hollow frame

When she took the bait

Knowing she had to die

She did not know why

She did forfeit

Her whole existence to

Save me from mine

Save me from mine

Save me from mine