Out of the troubled waters
I fish
The surging currents pull me
To and fro I dance
My fishing rod dangles
I pull
The fin of a treasured fish
Dipping the fin in my ink
I tell my tale
The tale of the storm's
The tale of bountiful rewards
The toil, the aches, the bright nights
After much toil
Right at the point of catching my game
It slips
I try harder
It still slips
Putting my best
I got it
Carefully keeping my game
In a tank
So carefully prepared
Enjoying the sweet company
My gold fish
My treasure
Awhile later
Taking my treasure strolling
It is attracted by a piranh
Scared I pull back
But my treasure jumps into the other tank
Scared I wait
My gold fish got bitten
Then jumps back into my tank
Out of care I nurse
Healthy again
Life becomes better
Walking to the river bed
Just beside a beautiful reef
My treasure makes the jump
Gone again
Sad but waiting
Only to see my gold fish swimming away
I blame myself for my carelessness
I blame myself for not loving enough
Just enough to make my treasure stay
I lost my treasure
I became complacent
Losing myself to grief
I barely noticed
My gold fish staring at me
Waiting to be brought back home
But I got lost in my regret n pain
At my carelessness
I hat'd myself
The fickleness of friendship
Putting down my fin
My tale closes...
...Or is it really ov'r?
