A Title Fit for a King
The Loneliest Fish in the Sea To be one among the many fish in the sea Is a plague to the ever-evolving prototype of fish like me With bold black stripes And well-defined, evenly smooth skin The ability to stay, head-under-water While I navigate the world in front of me And all its offerings No matter how many times I am set off-course Towards the charming sound of boats’ propellers Near the crest of soft waves in the water I swim to approach and meet the bright afternoon’s sunlight With a fate unknown to me Here, at the bottom of the sea I search for a better view A new school (of thought) to swim among Finding only doubt and reprieve I gather a sense of depraved indifference Among those thought to be my peers Actions only breed defeat and disappoint So, instead I float Caution to the wind Sails in my back Looking for a better fish Only I cannot find this other fish One to say, I’ve met my match They all pick ones more regular than I Ones to be recognized...