fish food

fish bowl mind
we see what we allow ourselves to see
we place ourselves in a fish bowl
and look outside with distortions
passionately trying to understand everything
behind our squishy colored eyes
We forget the screens there
and bend things even more
we remain trapped to what we want to be trapped to
we keep thinking of who we want to keep inside
just one less thought and they'd be gone,
but we let them stay and swim around
in hope for some exchange,
to keep our brains in symbiosis
alive