if you think that goldfish is babbling water for no reason
i think you have a good guess
and a nice attitude towards life, you have not made any
judgment at all, for things that you do not know,
for behaviors which you are not familiar,
for some reason you never want to be a fish
and feel the same way when others say that the fish is
babbling its life through a water bowl of existence.
it is too tight, too small, and asphyxiating.
if i were a fish, surely i get crazy.
and i would ask for a sigmund freud.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem