Fishy Aquarium
Soon before long
I sing the old songs
disillusioned
by my reality
a frigid thin ice
it isn't so nice
I print the motivations
burn them in pyre
petrol desires,
escapes if I breathe.
so I'll hold them in.
Soon before long
I regret I came along
infatuated to dreams
sold by a charlatan
looking for himself.
deeper I delve
The sun on the surface
is out shined
bottomless bile and brine.
This sucked
and I never learned to swim.
anyway, I'm holding in.
This is my day 57 entry of the 100 days of poetry by 
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