I am the Goldfish
In this echo chamber atmosphere
The truth is hard to hear
I don’t hear anything
I am a goldfish my dear
Left then right and up and down
Around this tank I swim
I’ve named the rocks and bubbles
My reflection is my friend
While I swim
What you can’t see
Is that I am not content
My reflection sometimes scares me
And I need a stronger current
I dream of being other fish
The ones that swim in schools
They seem to have a better life
Equipped with better tools
I guess it all comes down to
What fish I want to be
After all
The only one who builds Goldfish tanks is me.
