Helios was a goldfish boy
He swam laps in his pond with the carp and the koi
Lap after lap, every day was the same
The carp and the koi didn't remember his name
He was just the one in the back
Practically a fake plant, looking as average as that
Until he jumped onto the concrete,
No one cared and he couldn't compete
But then, on that one fateful day,
Helios tired of swimming his life away
And he pushed and pushed and
Jumped
Out onto the sun-baked stones
The carp and the koi wouldn't leave him alone
Suddenly Helios was a hero, but what had he done?
He had taken a leap and fried out in the sun
Why does everyone celebrate suicide
Why do carp and koi pile up on the stone where Helios died
It isn't something to romanticize
But no one seems to recognize
Helios was a goldfish boy
And he was remembered by all the carp and the koi
Because he took charge of his destiny
But is a wasted lifetime worth an empty legacy?
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