Cast a line into the ocean;
From your small, magnificent pond,
Reel in the droplets that mean the most,
Fill up on the thoughts that make you fond...
Curious are the sub-aquatic automata;
They swim around so effortlessly,
Circular motions Circular motions
Drifting along with the current, sheepishly...
What is happening?
Mimicking whimsical wishes,
Whales 'accidentally' eat the fishes,
But to no one is this suspicious,
Only to the Whales is it delicious.
A truly sad, submerged, sumptuous meal,
Is what the majority feel,
Unconscious efforts turn baby blue into teal,
And surrender all that is real...
So, you sink back into your pond,
Reflecting on all that made you fond,
Deciding that you'd rather stay here;
Home: a song you sing and never fear.
// a Weird Fish poem
// a Weird Fish photo
