And so he swam underneath a shell
It cornered two rocks and a black tube that spiraled

The chill under the shell thickened as he adapted, but it was his to have
Shining away like a glass vase being doubly bagged

There were no ultimatums; no more do or dies
He made up for it all but often wondered why

Days had passed, and months; you can even say years
He'd wait all the while for hope, keeping his eyes peered

He'd watch as the algy cleared, knowing staying there would mean trouble
Even if there were a way out, he'd lie in an open casket holding a shovel

Suddenly, he turned up in a place he was no stranger to
Vague images scattered across his memory, and it was not until then he knew

The water spread a bluish tone with a few bowfin's near
His pupils died down like nightfall and with this freedom, nothing could interfere

He was out in the open where the coral was easy to cut through
Always taking credit when the credit was due

You can't blame him for taking advantage
But eventually time caught up with him, until there was no cure for the damage

He still rides with the tide, and forgot himself through deceit
The best part was that he discovered a new world where everything is make believe

Under his shell, he remains with years of imagination that has embellished
But to this day he lives in a tank, not as a fish, but as a relic


Chase your mind; see where it takes you