It's just a feeling
That something's missing
Incomplete, maybe
Or wholly lacking
A goldfish swimming
Time passes by him
Eats dinner, then sleep
Then awake again
Until he swims not
But floats atop
And then soon replaced
Or maybe salmon
Against the current
Fully determined
His grand finale
Is his dying act
To live, spawn, and die
Was it worth his death
Or had he no choice
Have I?
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