Gold Fish

I’ve become
A goldfish
In a freshwater
Gazing pool.

Shallow enough
For a
Perfect display.

Couldn’t dive
Even if
I wanted to.

My only
Amusements
Are flakes for food.
Tossed by
Strangers
As depthless
As I am too.

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