You have plucked me, with trickery, from my watery world
The only world I know, by making me curious, alerting my easily entertained mind
Knowing I did not know any better, and that you had the upper hand
I either want to be reeled in, or let go of.
I can no longer hang here, suspended in reality and confusion and assumption
I will no longer hang here, floundering, attempting to manuever this way and that
How much more can I try?
What is it that you want from me?
What are your intentions?
Intentionally malicious, or do you also not know any better?
Either filet me for dinner, or toss me back in the water mercifully
Do not let me dangle here, not knowing what is up and what is down
What is right and what is wrong
Make up your mind, fisherman, please, take pity
Don’t allow me to suffocate in my own hurt while you take your time
Do I not have time, too?
To you, I’m a hobby, to me, it’s my life
I’m surprised you are even listening
To a fish’s lament.