Thursday, February 26, 2009

FISH IN MY BOWL


Amidst swirling water, bubbles, sand, rocks and underwater plant,


there peeps my black and white stripped little fishy.


Day-in, day-out inside my bowl.



Maybe he feels trapped. Maybe he feels alone.


Maybe he's bored. Maybe he's tired of the routine.


Maybe he longs for freedom. Maybe he seeks companion.


Maybe he wonders how long life would be. Maybe he hopes to be someplace else.


Maybe he used to be complete. Maybe he used to be someone.


Maybe he did something wrong. Maybe he deserved being where he is now.


Maybe he'll have another chance. Maybe his "time" will come again.



Then again...maybe not!After all he's not me!He's just a fish in my bowl.

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