Trapped in a bowl under
the sea. Where the gold
fish twist and twirl looking
at me. All i want is to be
free. All i want is to swim
out and be me. Maybe
we're trapped in a metaphor
instead of a glass bowl.
Maybe this is a way to
make us feel pretty and
beautiful. Should i sit on
my chair and start to
meditate ? Or should i
get up and find a way
to escape* ?

Frequencies so low
Heart on a string
A string that only plays solos
Rain made of echoes
Tidal wave rushing on and on
Shell made out of gold
Found on a beach, picked up
and you held so close. Rain washed
out it's glow, heart beat steady leads
me down below ~