The Fishbowl
Our lives are simple, yet our minds ravel.
We meander, flailing paper-thin arms,
Amid golden treasure and teal gravel.
Life, a glassy world of meaningless charms.
Beyond this bowl lies white, black, and austere,
for light only exists while kissing dark.
Our questions equivocate love and fear,
and paint death with brighter worlds to embark.
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I may add a stanza or two, when the words come to me.
Our lives are simple, yet our minds ravel.
We meander, flailing paper-thin arms,
Amid golden treasure and teal gravel.
Life, a glassy world of meaningless charms.
Beyond this bowl lies white, black, and austere,
for light only exists while kissing dark.
Our questions equivocate love and fear,
and paint death with brighter worlds to embark.
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I may add a stanza or two, when the words come to me.