At the height of my career,
Bewildered by the height of my success,
Cornered into giving you the miracle grow,
Didn't I tell you I got the juice for your roots?,
Excellent for thirsty Tiny Tims
Fishing for the Public Eye
Giving them fishy love
Had I seen it coming
I'd catch all the loansharks
Justifying my greed to be noticed at least
Killer clown fish once again in the current
Looking like the many fish in the ocean
Manipulating when I smell blood
Nothing for me to lose I suppose
Openly polluting the tropics
Previously it was the place I called home
Qualified to still return to my anchor
Ready to get off the hook
Still I want some control
Truthfully I never explored the 7 seas
Utilizing other individual's gifts
Virtuoso every so-so, now I think no-no
Wishing to be more consistent
X's & O's goes to my new potential
Yet this school of fish needs a leader
Zen state I've come to master.