There is an aquarium on the wall that is a wall itself
And everything that is in it
Is dirty and smells.
Everything is hazy
Cause the air isn’t clean
And as I’m looking into it
I start to think
“how do these creatures do this
day in and day out, sitting
staring blankly on their old brown couch”
I slowly turn to my plastic castle house
And rest until the morning
Cause the lights have been turned out.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem