Sunday, August 25, 2013

Epitaph

Your endless pursuits
Confined to the glass walls
The water so cold
Your red colour called gold.

Your piscean gulps
Mistaken for sounds
While we taught you tricks
Your fins wave in protest.

Your feed so rationed
Your sleep monitored
Lights kept you awake
And fresh water drowned you. 

Saturday, August 10, 2013

All the same


Another journey
Another day
Another experience
Another scene
Is it another
I wonder
It is all the same
Deja vu 

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