A FISH OUT OF WATER

Hi Folks!

I have joined a creative writing group here in my home town and I thought I'd post my first piece. I was given this picture and asked to write something about it. So here goes:

A Fish Out Of Water

It is the boredom; the sheer monotony of my life,

Seemingly with no purpose ~ an existence only.

My whole being is condemned to randomness and no structure,

Devoid of anything except swimming aimlessly;

Round and round, up and down, down and up, then round the other way.

All this when confined within a small round glass prison full of water,

Changed once a week; an occasion when something different relieves my sanity.

This is my entire world, a planet explored in total in just a single hour.

All routes and combinations are etched into my tiny brain,

And I am not challenged with any thought, idea or dream.

My companions are silent, non communicating and ignorant of my presence.

There is no conversation or recognition or fellowship or any stimulation of any kind.

The monotony is unbearable and I must escape into whatever lies outside my universe.

A fish just in water is not good enough for me ~ I must break free

Or I shall lose what little I have of a mind.

I'll take a chance and become a fish out of water.

I'll settle the matter once and for all, whatever the outcome.

Even if probability dictates I shall not land in a pond.


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Pleased to say I've found my thinking hat.
Thought I'd lost it for a while . . . lol