Waiting, watching, praying,
Hoping for the big fish with a bag of plenty,
Yet, without fellowship with the ocean vast,
How can your name in its waves ever last?
Praying for open doors, yet holding the key—
Blind to the power already set free.
The ocean teems with wonders untold—
Small fish, sharks, and whales of gold.
The whales control its boundless treasure,
While the fish toil hard, yet reap no measure.
A jellyfish's worth, they ask to gain,
But offer mere crumbs for the working strain.
One body, three heads—behold, a whale! Let it reign.
One body, three heads—just a fish, it must be restrained.
“We know our friends; they’ll feast and grow.
But to strangers? Scraps—that’s all we’ll show.”
Yet hope flickers amidst these tides,
Change can come if we cast aside pride.
The keys are ours, within our hands,
To rewrite the rules, and reclaim the lands.
Good evening everyone. I wrote this poem after deep thinking and it is a little truth hidden behind twists and flows of words. I hope you enjoy reading it.
Thanks for reading.
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