A fish only belongs in the ocean
Yet here it lies, wet and flopping on the grass
How did it end up here, a stranger to the world;
had it been an accident, I’m not sure,
for that sparkling blue was miles away from where we stood
A fish in a meadow, that’s for certain
how odd, peculiar, and so out of place
but when I try to pick it up
it wiggles and thrashes around, sparing no ease
I was dumbfounded, ought to think it was lifeless
but instead it sits there, lying in the grass
I ask, expecting nothing but silence
but it speaks to me, oh how it prefered the sun
the sun that humans loved, but fish could not stand
I blinked, once, twice, crouching before the sea creature
why had it run away, and how did it make it this far?
was it tired of staying in one spot, forced to follow the crowd?
maybe that’s why, for with just a sliver of hope
was it looking for an opportunity to fall in elsewhere
And I noticed we were both alone, but both content
savoring our peace and walking around free
away from this wicked world and its society
I didn’t know if we shared the same mind or conciseness
but i felt it; I knew i saw a piece of my soul
But it was funny, how this mere goldfish carried my will
Within such a tiny body.