Collection of My Poetry

We Are Goldfish

My mind stretched thin,
I wander aimlessly,
Exploring and re-exploring my habitat.
I make friends.
We get along well.
Everyone fends for themselves,
And curses the hand that feeds them
For not giving us enough.
One day I am moved.
A new habitat -
A new home to explore.
But I cannot. At least not yet.
First,, we must adapt.
Our little buble of comfort,
Must first become adjusted.
Then we can escape and search.
Perhaps our new tank,
Our fresh habitat, is larger than the last.