Phish swim in tanks two to a bowl
In an empty room
One with me and you
Hundreds of bowls
Thousands of tiny souls
Each giving the other the world
Tiny phish with nothing more to do
Than swim in circles
Make numerous laps
Doing the same old and nothing new
But they are content and happy
Passing the other on each lap
Saying "it's just me and you"
With bubbles floating from their mouths
Tiny phish in such a big world
In a confined, secure phish bowl

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