Goldfish, so small
Yet not free
Always stuck in the container
Waiting to start a new life
Or just pass on
Beautiful scenery around you
Taunting you everyday that passes
Staying cramped in your small bowl
Waiting patiently for food
And the freedom to swim in the clouds
You have dreamed of that liberty
Fish, your time has come to shine.
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