The Maze of Coral

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.

manythoughtsheadfull

TX

15 years old

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