FISH




Born as a fish
In the big ocean
With all her Freedom
Free were her emotion
Just looking all around
Whatever comes her way
Open were her eyes
Beautiful was her day
Eating when feels hungry
There was no order
She was just living
Without fearing any border
Ocean was so vast
Where she can roam
Belonging was not aspired
This was her home
Going to the left
Then, making the right
At the end, straight
Choosing was no fight
There was no destiny
She has to reach
Never was she lost
Avoiding things, that teach
Such was her liberation
Living without a wish
Was aware of self
Died as a fish....

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