A Fishbowl
Have you ever watched fish in a bowl?
They always keep going
...swimming, diving, eating, playing...
They never stop -
unless
they're unlucky enough to get gobbled up by a
bigger fish
But of course
they won't know that
and even if instinct warned them,
would they listen?
So, for their few precious moments
they just keep going
and swimming
and swimming
and going
Occasionally they may bump into one another,
or their glass wall
But that's okay
'cause they bounce right back
sometimes rather comically (to us)
indignantly (to them)
But despite their apparent monotony
they swim on
making the most of their surrounds
Of course some fish
might be luckier than their brothers
in other fishbowls
who have bigger rock gardens
to play in
But at the end of the day
it's all the same,
'cause it's just a matter of time
until they drop
...then they float...
It's so sad to see
a poor little fish,
his flippers all flipped
his little body bloated
never to do another circuit
perhaps he did one too many?
But then they won't know that
until they die
and even then, who knows...
So far
it doesn't sound like much fun
being a fish
But if you ask a fish
I'm sure he wouldn't agree
since that's all he knows
unless...
In his next life
he happens to come back
as a human
only then...
Is there really that much difference
other than the size of the bowl?
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A Fishbowl
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