It’s got me alone, yeah,
If only I could play along
And quit singing sad songs.

But I’m trapped in a fish bowl,
Vying to get out.
Feeling the pressure
To make something of myself.

If my heart were buoyant
Maybe I’d enjoy it; swimming around, letting my guard down.
But without a doubt, the hole inside of me
Slowly drowns me out.

I’ve got hobbies to appease those who accept my woes.
Even with my tired fins, I do tricks,
Pretending to enjoy this.
But my patience is wearing thin flipping my fins.

So now you know,
It’s got a hold on me. Yeah,
And I don’t know if I’ll ever love again.


Photo by Emmalia via National Geographic Kids


About humblefoot

Kyle Fisher (who often uses the alias Logan Rowley online and in his writing) has been enjoying writing since he was just 8 years old. His first formal publication was at the age of 13. He is now a spiritualist and openly queer author, perpetually searching for inspiration to create and learn more about the world around him. He is always drawn to the simplicity and uniqueness that life has to offer. He doesn’t identify with labels or socially constructed ideas about how the world should be. He believes that the world is your oyster, and that we all project our own destinies with the thoughts we choose to harbour about the universe. He is an idealistic, spiritualistic hippie who is just trying to find his place in this world, crafting each word to leave his mark, and promote love and equality among all people.
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