The tempo of my heart stays calm although I run out of time.
I’m lost in the wind stumbling for what I carry needs peace of mind.
I’m holding a fishbowl I wouldn’t dare break.
What’s living inside couldn’t imagine what’s at stake.
I’m controlling this chaos balancing the best fate.
The courses of destiny is what I can’t shake.
I’m imploding within grasping for comfort and relief.
I reach in the bowl to be greeted with teeth.
I’m carrying the bowl with love because once I wasn’t free.
What’s in the bowl sees only an eye and not the whole me.
More water is added and what inside multiples.
As heavy as it gets I’m stronger than realized.