FLOATING

Up until high school

I lived in a fishbowl

Its glossy surface reflecting

a goofy, clueless face back to me.

It wasn't until reality

sunk its sleazy realiteeth

Into the solid crystal bubble

I used to call my home.

My shell sank to the bottom of the ocean

and I found out these creamy halcyon seas

aren't all they're cracked up to be.

Schools of prismatic fish

with beautiful fins and interesting tales

Swim through the channels with ease

while I d

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in them.

I found out that floating solo

is all fun and games

until you come up for air

and there are no lifesavers

for miles.