On February 1st, 2010, I was sitting in my AP Biology class (so I must have already been depressed... j/k) and I found myself watching the fish tank. This is what I wrote about it.
Splash, splish,
orange fish.
What is its goal?
Why does it exist?
There in its bowl
What reason does it have
To keep on living,
To keep on swimming?
The same old plants,
The same old places.
day after night after
day after night
And yet it keeps on swimming
It keeps on living
Unable to wonder
"To be or not to be?"
It doesn't write,
It doesn't read,
It doesn't talk,
It doesn't play,
It doesn't sing,
It doesn't create.
It just swims around
And around and around
And eat, perhaps get eaten
By a bigger fish
That's just as mindless.
Fish look pretty
And taste good
But otherwise
They have no point.
:'(
