Outside my window,
I see a school of fish
Mostly minnows masquerading
Make believe sharks and crustaceans
They pride themselves in being separate creations
But they’re all the same
They swim
And they swim
Destined to identical fates
I can’t help but wonder
The point of the motion
The constant moving forward
The predictable
Plannable
Beaten path
Prepared in a perfect package with the
Pretense of pursuing passion
Only to end up passive in a
Swimming
Swimming
State
No fish thinks they follow the fools
Who chase after money and follow made-up rules
But they fall into the flow
No matter how much they think they know
And never ask themselves
“Where will all this go?”
Because the swimming isn’t paving
It’s shouting
It’s saying,
“Look at me!
Aren’t I so much better
Than all the other fish in the sea?
Aren’t I so much greater
Than all the others who have come before me?”
This aquatic life
This reaching for the horizon line
These aimless actions I see all around me
Are lives spent living to please
The swim seems so easy
And I feel my constant vulnerability
To the sinking
The slipping
The life spent in the deep
Like ones led by the fish in my suburb
My city, the sea
