The Life of Tibby The Goldfish

A prison, here I am.

Never thought (I would get here)? 

Or just never thought(this was all there was)?

No, just never thought beyond the glass.

Company divides the cell between us.

But everything is just reactions.

Around and around in circles we go,

Thinking maybe one thing,

Thinking maybe something,

But in all of entirety there is us,

And that is nothing.

A place, simply, here I am.