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More bricks in the wall...
Here I sit in this tiny little boat of my own design,
bobbing up and down like a piece of cork floating in bottle of cheap wine.
A fragment of something that once mattered.
Once served some kind of grand purpose...
then pierced and drilled though from top to bottom
suddenly pulled apart, crumbling into pieces,
with one mighty yank of life's drunken hand...
*pop* .... ~wissssh~ ... ^splash^
Lost at sea...
surrounded by all the pretty little fishes
waves splashing upon my face,
as I frantically bail...
Row, row, row my boat...
...spratically as I scream...
I cast my line upon the sea,
...how happy life's to me...
- I must be using the wrong bait?
It's bad enough not to get even one bite.
But all of the little fish eyeballs, peering up at me....
it's kind of unnerving! In a twilight-zone-ish sort of way.