THE  FISH

As my life goes by

In this small bowl

I wonder why

I had to be a fish.

Once, in the fair

the noise

the lights

one hundred friends

my free soul

couldn’t find a moment of peace.

My dream to go to somebody’s home

became a reality

I was the price

little I know about my fate

little I know about life.

Today

silence

darkness

no friends

plenty of peace

nothing remains

of my soul.

Why?

I had

to be a fish.