I was born in a fishbowl
With crystal-clear glass
No one ever told me—
Told me I was watching
Watching from afar
Oh, I was knocking on the glass
But you didn’t hear—
No, you never do
Will I ever stop knocking?
And they say, “It’s just for now,
Just a little longer.”
But I was born in a fishbowl
And I haven’t stopped knocking
The glass is a sphere
It warps my perception
That’s how it was made—
So I see what you want
Oh, I live in a bowl
And I think you put me there
You said it was for a while
But I’m getting too big
Inside is pretty
But outside is new
Outside has you
The water is cold—
I’m sure the air is warm
I think I’m free soon
Because I saw you
I saw you walk in
And you had another fish
It’s my turn now.
I’m leaving soon—
I think I’m leaving soon
Nothing warping my perception.
My turn to feed the fish,
That new one you brought in.
I’ll tell her the water’s clean
Then make the tank smaller.