Inhabiting a goldfish bowl.
Swimming relentlessly in circles.
Getting nowhere fast.
Occasionally you vary your route.
You will swim the diagonal path.
Little deviation.
Detained in eternal custody.
Now and then you **** a pebble.
Or tickle your abdomen on a strand of plastic ****.
Of course you may be itchy.
I guess nobody knows but you.
Then they stuck a friend in.
You didn't seem to like him much.
A lot less space.
You wonder if we still see you.
(C) LIVVI