Poor little goldfish, stuck in a bowl
While others wander freely all around the world
Hear a tap tapping on the glass, see the big smiling face
Of another miscomprehending member of the human race
Head down little fellow, swim on
Never getting further than where you first begun
As the water grows more murky
And fungus patches spoil the orange of your skin
Dream of all the places you will never see
Swim after prizes you know you’ll never win
Until your race is done
Your tiny tattered body scooped up and flushed away
Perhaps to join the great sea at last
And finally feel the brightness of a sunny day.
Apr 21, 2011
Apr 21, 2011 at 2:46 AM UTC
Poor little goldfish, stuck in a bowl
While others wander freely all around the world
Hear a tap tapping on the glass, see the big smiling face
Of another miscomprehending member of the human race
Head down little fellow, swim on
Never getting further than where you first begun
As the water grows more murky
And fungus patches spoil the orange of your skin
Dream of all the places you will never see
Swim after prizes you know you’ll never win
Until your race is done
Your tiny tattered body scooped up and flushed away
Perhaps to join the great sea at last
And finally feel the brightness of a sunny day.
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