The Maze of Coral
I thrust my fin, back and forth.
Passing through the maze of coral.
My golden scales shine in the water,
Passing through the maze of coral.
As I make a turn I cannot tell,
Where in the reef I will end up,
After my curiosity dies,
Passing through the maze of coral.
A goldfish like me,
Full of glee,
To explore the ocean blue,
Where will I end up when I,
Will not know what to do?
I unknowingly wander so much,
Passing the other fish and plants,
Through the maze of coral.
I see other fish with their families,
Going to other places until,
They reach their destination,
Happy that they could finally prevail.
Why am I not the same?
Why do I always get lost?
Looks like its not good for me,
To be wandering through the Maze of Coral.
The Maze of Coral
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Sadness
Often those who walk alone have something to hide.
Their hearts full of melancholy, a darkness of irreparable substances.
It is through just a simple gesture of discourtesy and impedance, -
Are you the Liar?
"Don’t lie; I know it was you.”
“Mom, I swear it wasn’t me!”
“IT WAS YOU! ADMIT IT.”
It’s at this stage that,
I know there is no point in fighting,
Whether I have done it or not,
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