Paint Myself Orange.
That’s The Color I’m Suppose To Be.
A Tiny Bubble World.
The Only Life Meant For Me.
Alone Inside A Tank.
Never To Be Free.
It’s Busy Outside My Tiny World.
Passers-By Look At The Beautifully Colored Fish.
They Never Glance At Me.
Finally, It’s Happening.
A Shadow I See
Someone Outside My Tiny World Appears.
They Want Me.
A Hand Reaches Inside.
I’ve Been Set Free.
Here’s My Chance To Belong To The Sea.
PLOP!
Wait, Something Is Not Quite Right.
I Am Past The Land.
I’m Past The Sea.
This is Not Where I Am Suppose To Be.
It’s Dark.
It’s Cold.
I Can Not See.
That’s It?
This Way?
I Never Imagined It To Be.
Inside My Tank.
In The Wide Open Sea.
The Truth?
I Am Never Truly Free.
One Response
Wow. You had me at orange, but the concept of freedom after reading “Just one more…” I hear you loud and clear.