Living room fan rotating the night’s air.
Spinning and turning,
spinning and turning,
spinning and turning
until all of the color in the room focused.
A fish tank full of water stand majestic.
Now imagine with me,
imagine with me,
imagine with me
four fish sleeping at the bottom of the tank.
We are on the couch watching
these fish start to swim and scurry,
they seem to be in a hurry
Look closer to see the truth.
The biggest fish runs the coop.
The lightest fish mostly goes unscathed,
and colorful fish are the most behaved.
The brightest fish is a real odd ball
because it just swims up and down like,
Rise Rise Rise
fall. fall. fall.
Ironically the brightest fish is the most attacked
though its personality is the most intact.
Another fish that seems to know its place
is the dark one that rarely shows its face.
It doesn’t seem to really have much action
and its darkness has no appeal or attraction,
but look closer in a span of time.
The dark fish is truly one of a kind.
I mean, it pretty much cleans the tank for me
while all the other fish try to find Nemo and Dori,
and they really claim that for their life story.
While dark fish help God make the world go round
the big fish make sure that they run the town
the light fish unscathed, by themselves they’re found
the colorful fish are like drones, they don’t make a sound
the bright fish stay the same, going up
Now we’re sitting there on the couch,
Wondering what life is all about.
Living room fan still spinning and turning
the night’s air is now filled with color
around us are thoughts of “just keep swimming,”
and imagine with me,
a fish tank full of us.
Now isn’t that fucked up?