The fish bowl I’ve lived in for my whole life
Has sheltered me from the long, cold nights
Exploring the pebbles from what I know,
And circling around the kelp I call home.
I never try to come up for air, because I know the air isn’t fair
I know that I should stay where it’s warm,
where I have food, always a good mood
Then why does the surface always draw near?
Drowning me out?
Closer than fear?
I struggle until the water dries up. The glass reflection says I’m not enough.
Well, now, I break the bowl – Shatter the glass!
I know where I stand, I know the past
I know it’s not easy to make it this far
But the path is beginning, just crossing the start
The journey is different than my sheltered home,
But that’s what I want. Travel the unknown
To get the end, well that’s the key
The fish bowl I lived in is dead to me.