Swedish fish
September 02, 2009
All these lithe yellow fish in a rolling green sea,
Is it autumn already?
I once held hands with a girl who's skin was pale and cool.
She had a mechanical heart,
It went: tick, tick, tick
Leasing this whole world to her one tiny bit at a time.
And where is she now?
I was a boy then, and now...
Rolling and tumbling in space,
Trapped in that instant of impact.
Blue, blue sky.
Glorious sun,
Earth.
It can be hard to keep your head high, tumbling like that.
High where all the beauty is, the clouds, sky, trees.
Sometimes, you watch your feet.
Watch them trampling all these yellow fish, in this rolling green sea.
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