a fish in the sea, a fish in the sea
that's how they tell me it's always gonna be
the circle of life, ebb and flow of the tides
they couldn't be anymore concise

i pulled this one up, quite some time ago
i have to admit; it was one of my best throws
to land such a wonder that was you
in the middle of the wide large ocean blue

it was fresh at the time, made oh so easy
through our reciprocated fun; fosheezy
i thought this would never get old
i truly believed that i had struck gold

but as with all things, time moved us forward
eventually to the point, where things were untoward
a stank smell began to slowly emerge
i felt, it was telling me, i had to get it purged

but to wrestle with oneself over such an emotion
it ended up causing such a gigantic commotion
to toss and stuggle with this decision
could i submit myself to such deprivation

i couldn't give in, i wouldn't give in
i just could not place it in the garbage bin
so i tossed in some salt and threw it in the fridge
with hopes of potentially thrwating the damage

so now here i stand, at some point down the road
wondering whether or not, its grown some mold
is it too old; must it be tossed
this is the path at which i must now cross

a final decision to rid my moment's inhibition
to allow me to perhaps seek some new inspiration
i could just potentially just let it all be
because i've been told, there are plenty of fish left in the sea..

04.12.10, 11.50pm-12.05am
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it's a bit strange i know, but i like this one.