Looking through your life
like a fish tank on the wall,
what you come to see
is not what’s seen by all.
Bubbles and formations
lurking in your path,
seeking all the answers
you may come to find that…
Fishy, fishy in the sea
won’t you one day come to me
through all this transparency.
Fishy, fishy in the sea.
Two fish, three fish, blue fish, green fish.
Which one will I be?
Bait the hook and cast the line
while I wait patiently.
Jan 8, 2013
Jan 8, 2013 at 9:20 PM UTC
Looking through your life
like a fish tank on the wall,
what you come to see
is not what’s seen by all.
Bubbles and formations
lurking in your path,
seeking all the answers
you may come to find that…
Fishy, fishy in the sea
won’t you one day come to me
through all this transparency.
Fishy, fishy in the sea.
Two fish, three fish, blue fish, green fish.
Which one will I be?
Bait the hook and cast the line
while I wait patiently.
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