Goldfish

I am but a goldfish in a bowl called life
I'm trapped in here
With nothing to do except stare at the clock
Watching it slowly tick as time goes by
Inching towards the end
I wonder, are my friends also trapped in a bowl?
Or are they free to Rome the ocean as they please?
Like the self-proclaimed gods who trapped me here

And as I stare at the clock
I take leap forwards and smash into the glass
The bowl shakes a bit

And they laugh at me
Not because I failed
But because I dared
Tried to free myself from this prison


But I continue
And then, after countless tries
The bowl breaks and shatters with the sound of a thousand trumpets

And still, no one comes to help
Not that I expected them to
Why would they?
I am just their plaything
Existing  only for their entertainment?


I lie on the ground
Gasping for oxygen

And thinking

"Was it worth it?"
"Did I truly Escape?"
"Am I free?"

"Yes" to both of them