My thoughts are like fish, divided and deep,
They swim through the sea, a distance they keep.
I am the fool who follows their trail,
While others around me keep theirs in a bowl.
My thoughts are like fish, from the Earth they are freed,
But I am tossed by the tide like a weed,
In search of some answer, idea or belief,
Before I return to the surface to breathe.
My thoughts are like fish, they hide behind rock,
Evading my vision, escaping my net,
Leading me under to a sunken shipwreck,
Like the ruins of life and choices I regret.
A dolphin appears, resplendent and still,
Such beauty, such grace, so close to my reach.
We stare for a second, a lifetime it seems,
I feel in that instant I’ve discovered my dreams.
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